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Ma Meilleure Amour
featuring. ekko x fem!reader
a/n. doing my duty as a writer to fill the ekko tag with fics of him only (itâs translated to my best love)
inspired by. the song Ma Meilleure Ennemie and the scene with ekko and jinx in act iii (listen to it while reading)
Everything felt different. The streets of Zaun had the ever-present haze of smog seem softer, its grim edge dulled by the warm hum of neon lights. The streets bustled with life, as they always did, but the night gave the chaos a certain charm. The glow of green and pink signs reflected off damp cobblestones, while the occasional flicker of a malfunctioning lamp sent ripples of color through shallow puddles.
You walked side by side with Ekko, your steps slow and aimless, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. You didnât, of course. With how Zaun always had a way of reminding you that the clock never stopped ticking. But right now, under the swirl of lights and the faint hiss of steam vents, it felt like time had paused just for the two of you.
Ekkoâs hand brushed against yours every so often, and though he wasnât one to initiate touch easily, you could tell he didnât mind the closeness. He always had this way of being effortlessly cool, his swagger and wit making it seem like nothing fazed him. But you knew him better than most. You saw the weight he carried, the pressure of being a leader, a fighter, and a kid all at once. And tonight, you were determined to remind him what it felt like to justâŠbe.
âEver think Zaunâs kinda pretty at night?â you mused, breaking the comfortable silence.
Ekko glanced at you, one eyebrow raised, before looking around. âPretty? Dunno if Iâd call it that. More likeâŠgritty with a side of a green glow.â
You laughed, nudging him playfully. âYouâre so dramatic.â
âSays the one waxing poetic about this place,â he shot back, his grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help smiling. âFine, maybe Iâm seeing it through rose-colored glasses. Or maybe I just like walking around with you.â
That earned a chuckle from him, the sound low and warm. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned closer to you. âWell, when you put it that wayâŠâ The two of you wandered through winding alleys and across rickety bridges, the air thick with the scent of metal and oil. Every so often, Ekko would point out a shortcut heâd used for one of his time-bending escapades or share a story about an adventure with the Firelights.
But then he led you down a narrow path you hadnât noticed before, his fingers brushing yours briefly to guide you. At the end of the path, you stepped into a beautiful hidden oasis. A rooftop garden tucked away from Zaunâs usual grit and grime. The first thing you noticed was the lights. Strings of mismatched lanterns crisscrossed the space, casting a soft, golden glow over everything. Tiny fairy lights were woven through the vines that climbed up makeshift trellises, their warm flicker like little stars in the night. The plants themselves were a mix of scrappy greenery and surprisingly vibrant flowers, their colors popping against the muted tones of the city below.
âWoahâŠâ you breathed, turning to him with wide eyes.
He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the faint blush on his cheeks gave him away. âItâs nothing fancy. Just a spot Iâve been working on.â
âAre you kidding? Itâs perfect,â you said, your voice filled with awe.
He rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting away from yours. âFigured itâd be nice to have a place to get away, yâknow? Somewhere quiet.â
You stepped forward, taking it all in. A small wooden bench sat in the center of the garden, its surface worn but sturdy. Around it, the plants swayed gently in the cool breeze, their leaves catching the light just enough to shimmer.
âCome on,â Ekko said, his hand lightly brushing the small of your back as he guided you to the bench. âI didnât bring you here just to stand around.â
You sat down, the wood creaking softly under your weight. Ekko settled beside you, close enough that his knee pressed against yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet hum of the lights and the distant sounds of Zaun filling the space. It was a working pattern. There was always a comfortable silence between the two of you.
âHow long have you been working on this?â you asked softly.
âCouple months,â he said, leaning back with his arms stretched across the bench. âTakes a while to get plants to grow in a place like this. But I dunnoâŠit feels good to build something, yâknow? Instead of just tearing things down.â
You glanced at him, your chest tightening at the softness in his voice. Ekko didnât let people see this side of him often though. I mean this was the boy who dreamed of a better Zaun, the one who carried the weight of his community on his shoulders.
âItâs beautiful,â you said, resting your head against his shoulder. âJust like you.â
He laughed softly, the sound warm and a little shy. âYouâre laying it on thick tonight, huh?â
âJust telling the truth,â you said, closing your eyes as his warmth seeped into you.
The two of you sat like that for a while, wrapped up in the stillness of the garden. Ekkoâs hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a way that felt natural, like you were always meant to fit together.
âHey,â he said after a while, his voice quiet.
âYeah?â
âThanks. For, yâknowâŠbeing here.â
You lifted your head to look at him, your heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes. âOf course,â you said softly while winking. âYouâre worth it, Ekko.â
His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, the golden light casting shadows across his face. Then he smiled. It was real, genuine smile that made your chest feel light and full all at once.
âCâmere,â he said, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as you leaned into him.
âThis is nice,â you murmured, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his arm.
âYeah,â he said, his voice a little muffled. âIt is.â
There it was again, the comfortable silence. The garden was quiet, bathed in the golden light of the mismatched lanterns. You rested your head on Ekkoâs shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath against you. His fingers were still intertwined with yours, his thumb brushing small, absentminded circles against your knuckles.
It was peaceful, almost too perfect for Zaun, where tranquility was a rare luxury. The hum of distant machinery and the faint chatter of the streets below were a backdrop to your own private world. You thought this was it, that the night couldnât get any better. But Ekko had other plans.
Suddenly, he shifted away from you, his weight leaving the bench as he stood. His warmth leaving your body. You blinked up at him, confused as he turned to face you, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He extended a hand toward you, palm up, the glow of the garden lights reflecting in his dark eyes.
âDance with me,â he said, his voice soft but brimming with an irresistible playfulness.
You tilted your head, a laugh escaping you. âDance? Here?â
âWhy not?â He wiggled his fingers, urging you to take his hand.
You hesitated, glancing around. âEkko, thereâs no music.â
He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. âOh, ye of little faith.â
Reaching into his pocket, Ekko pulled out a small, beaten up speaker, a relic salvaged from some forgotten corner of Zaun. He fiddled with it for a moment before a warm melody crackled to life, filling the air with a gentle rhythm.
You stared at him in disbelief, your lips parting in surprise. âYou planned this?â
He shrugged, trying to play it cool but failing miserably as a proud smile broke through. âMaybe.â
Shaking your head with a soft laugh, you placed your hand in his, the warmth of his palm grounding you. âAlright, Clockstopper,â you teased. âLetâs see what youâve got.â
Ekko pulled you to your feet, guiding you to the center of the garden. The music swelled around you, soft and sweet, a contrast to the chaos of Zaun. His other hand found its place on your waist, and he held you close, his movements easy and unhurried. At first, you tried to match his rhythm, your steps tentative as you followed his lead. But it wasnât long before your foot accidentally landed on his.
âOh, sorry!â you gasped, pulling back slightly.
Ekko winced dramatically, clutching his chest as if youâd mortally wounded him. âYouâre killing me here,â he said, his voice laced with mock pain.
You rolled your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips. âDonât be such a baby.â
âBaby?â He laughed, spinning you unexpectedly. You stumbled slightly but caught yourself, the sound of your shared laughter echoing in the garden.
The two of you continued like that, swaying and spinning under the lanterns. Every so often, youâd step on his foot again, and heâd exaggerate his reaction, making you laugh until your cheeks hurt. But then, as the song shifted to a slower melody, Ekkoâs movements became gentler, more deliberate. He pulled you closer, your bodies impossibly near. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the faint scent of zauns atmosphere lingering on him. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The golden light reflected in his eyes, making them shimmer like they held their own constellation. There was something unspoken in his gaze, something raw and real that made your heart stutter.
âEkkoâŠâ you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music.
He didnât say anything, just leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didnât. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft and sweet, filled with everything words couldnât express. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. The world seemed to tilt, the glow of the lanterns and the soft hum of the music swirling around you in a haze of light and sound.
Time felt irrelevantâironic, considering who you were with. All that mattered was the way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. âI love you,â he murmured, his voice steady and sure.
Your heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the lights around you. Smiling, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. âI love you too,â you said, the words as natural as breathing.
Ekko grinned, his hands tightening around your waist as he pressed a series of quick, playful kisses to your faceâyour cheeks, your nose, your forehead. Each kiss was accompanied by a soft giggle from you, his affection spilling over in a way that was so uniquely him.
âEkko, stop,â you laughed, trying to pull away as he kissed the corner of your mouth.
âNever,â he said, his voice full of mock defiance as he caught your lips in another kiss.
The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten. The music played on, the lights flickered, and Zaunâs ever-present hum seemed softer, almost distant. As the night stretched on, you found yourselves back on the bench, your head resting on Ekkoâs shoulder as he absentmindedly played with your fingers. The garden felt like a dream, a little slice of peace carved out of the chaos. And in that moment, with Ekko by your side and the glow of the lanterns above you, everything felt right. Almost perfect.
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american wedding l ln4
summary: lando dating zak brown's daughter leads to a lot of pr disasters, like getting married in vegas
notes: can be read as a part two to boss' daughter or a stand alone
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yourusername wasnt gonna drink tonight but i miss my bf like a mf.
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user real tbh
user i miss u like a mf. show ur face at a race already queen.
user no cause it's been forever since she went to one and i miss the chaotic content with her and lando
user you know damn well you were gonna drink regardless liked by yourusername
landonorris i miss u moređ just drop out of uni and come to all my races
zbrownceo excuse me?
landonorris JUST A JOKE! ha ha ha.
user LANDOđđ
landonorris but i just booked a flight to nyc because of this post btw. see you this weekendđ
yourusername i was about to start crying until i realized what emoji you usedđ
oscarpiastri dont we have be at the mtc this weekened??
yourusername SHHHH OSCAH
landonorris yeah oscar shhh
user poor oscar is always getting tag teammed by those two
user lando getting that in-law privilege by skipping important meetings to see his boss' daughterđ
user i love this relationship's dynamic theyre so perfect for each other
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f1gossip Lando and Y/n's Brown's weekend in New York City! It seems Lando skipped his trip to the MTC to be with his girlfriend where they were pictured clubbing and walking around the city multiple times.
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user IN THE CLURB WE ALL FAM
user he finally met his match lol
user lando is a clingy drunk confirmedâ
user i really want to know what their drunk conversations sound like
user hot take but if she wasnt zaks daughter most of you guys would hate her
user shes making him blow off important meetings so he could be with her? she sounds like a distraction from racing
user girl what- her dad is literally the ceo? if there was an issue im sure he wouldve let them know bffr
user zak brown is probably tired of these twođ
user is partying all they do together?
user no cause she lowkey seems like a bad influence
user i agreeđ«Ł shes always posting herself partying and drinking, thats not wag material
user she might be a pr nightmare but i stand with my canceled wifeđ
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landonorris nyc to vegasđ© aaaand i brought the bad influence with
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user the caption IM-
user nah hes lowkey dissing y/n hatersđ
user how did he bag someone 10x cooler than him
user the bottle of alcohol and the vape, she really is ready for vegas
user Y/N'S BACK!!!
yourusername vegas aint ready for us
landonorris no they arentđ
yourusername enough.
user no hate to the other wags but y/n is truly the realest one out of all of them
user fr she truly is just a normal girl in her twenties
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yourusername what is that suppose that mean OSCAH!!! my father will hear of this
oscarpiastri ok calm down draco malfoy
user why is there lowkey beef between y/n and oscar LMFAO
yourusername he hates my swag!!!
oscarpiastri she brings a lotttt of energy to the garage when shes heređ
user im crying at oscars responseđđđ hes had enough of yn and lando
user idk if her holding a bottle of alcohol is appropriate to post!
user pls grow up omg
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yourusername postt race partoes >>>>>> the avtual race
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user THEE party girl
user i need to party with them so bad
user lando.jpg when???
user the typosđ shes already drunk
user yup theres already videos of her and lando drunkly dancing together all over twitter
user yeah and oscar was in the background of those videos looking miserable LMFAOO
user oh to be a wag partying in vegas with lando
yourusername posted a story
user i voted fall to my knees and cry btwâŠif you even care
user um this is a random question to ask at 3amâŠ
user what stores are even open rnđđ
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oscarpiastri Y/N??? IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU AND LANDO FOR LIKE A HALF AN HOUR AT THE CLUB AND YOURE NOT EVEN HERE??
oscarpiastri if you guys dont pick up your phones i swear to godâŠ
oscarpiastri of course i get stuck as babysitter to the two most drunk people at the party
yourusername heY oscahđđ sendingg u my lpcation now cuz we need a witness so come ASAPPPPPP
oscarpiastri WITNESS FOR WHAT?
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danielricciardo if this means what i think it means, youre both so deadđ€Ł
user babes didnt u just post at the club like an hour ago
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yourusername do u guys thonk my dad will be mad thaT oscar walked me down the aislee?
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user OH MY GOD??
user mclarens pr team are going to have a rude awakening in the morningđ
user shes never beating the bad influence allegations i fear
user crazy to think that this time last year he was flirting with her through her instagram commentsđ
user and now theyre married omg i remember everyone was teasing lando but he truly got the last laugh
carlossainz55 i dont know if i should congralute you guys or be concerned?
user mind you, its almost four in the morning in vegas
danielricciardo getting married is crazy, you should be at the club
yourusername u mak a grrat point! otw now
mclaren we cannot congratulate until the boss says its okay sorryđ
zbrownceo answer your phone.
oscarpiastri sir, i would like it to be known that she blackmailed to be there
yourusername okay snitch!
zbrownceo im not kidding y/n
danielricciardo ouuu youre in trouble
user its so over for them
user zak finally putting his foot down with these two LMFAO
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f1gossip Wedding celebrations at the club! Seems like the newlyweds are back partying after their wedding announcement was made just a few minutes ago. Congrats to them?
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user everyone is freaking out and theyre literally at the club im cryingg
user "congrats to them?" is literally all of us rnđ
user they are not real omg
user zak is probably blowing up their phones and they do not care at all lmfaooo
user truly winning the idgaf war
user real question is are they getting an annulment once they sober up???
user i really wanna know what zak will make them do
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f1gossip Newly weds update! The two were seen this afternoon leaving Las Vegas with Zak Brown himself. Neither were seen wearing wedding rings, possible divorce?
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user well that was fun while it lasted
user damn they beat kim kardashians record of the shortest marriage
user at least theyre still datingđ
user they definitely got yelled at lmfaoo
user cant tell if zak is happy or angry that his daughter married norris considering how much he loves him
user oh hes def happy about it but not happy they posted it LOL
user good for him for getting an annulment. shes a mess
user and hes not? bye theyre both messy
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landonorris annulment? we're in our honeymoon
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user oh so theyre fr about this marriageđ
user does bro know theres a race on sunday
user they look so in love im honestly really happy for them
yourusername we beat the fraud marriage allegationsđ
mclaren now thats its been approved by the boss, congratulations to the best papaya couple theres ever beenđ§Ą
user wow so zak approves! im shocked tbh
user i wish i couldve seen their reactions the morning after the wedding
yourusername ohhh we didnt remember any of it tbh but were happy now!
user LMFAO OMG....
user she finally got her ring!! and here you guys were thinking they got a divorce bc she didnt have one
danielricciardo never thought id see the day
yourusername me neither tbh
landonorris excuse me WHAT
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landoupdates Lando was questioned on his Vegas wedding in new interview.
"We decided not to get any annulment or anything and just keep this Vegas marriage as sort of like a promise for a real one in the future." đ§Ą
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user omgđđthey are too cute
user not to be dramatic but i would honestly cried if they broke up
user no literally they mean everything to me
user "i really do think y/n is the one" DO YOU HEAR ME SOBBING
user he gets so smiley when y/n is brought up ughhh me and WHO
user and to think y/n has haters is crazyyy this man is so in love with her
user if oscar isnt the best man ill riot for him, he was there for the og wedding
user imagining them trying to convince zak to not get a divorce is the cutest but funniest thing ever
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more notes: has anyone seen anora?? it inspired this haha A FRAUD MARRIAGE!!!
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Helloo!! Arcane is ending soon, so I was wondering if I could request the Arcane cast reacting to a reader who suspiciously seems to know everything thatâs gonna happen in the plot? They always appear where the action is, and they warn about dangers before they happen, trying to âsubtlyâ change the outcomes of horrible events. Tragedies are a core element of the story, so I feel that the narrative would create another disaster if one event got prevented, but the thought of these characters being safe and happy after all theyâve been through would be so healing :3 Itâs up to you which way you want to take it đđ Iâm fine with both platonic and romantic, but Iâd love to see Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn if thatâs ok :)
I love love love your writing, reading your HCâs before bed has become an important part of my day and itâs always a joy to see your work pop up in the tags <3 Thank you for letting us read your creations đ I canât wait to read the second part of your Caitlyn fic!!
The Timekeeper. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx x Gn!Reader
I absolutely LOVE this idea, Anon, and I appreciate your request so much!! Also, thank you for your kind words. It really means the world to me reading something so sweet!<33
Content: Angst, can be read as either platonic or romantic tbh, time traveling, fluff, bitter sweet, cursing, spoilers for season 2?, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns.
((Not proofread))
You were always a mysterious figure to them. One that appeared at the right time in the right place whenever they needed you the most.
You never revealed a thing about yourself. You never even told them your name. But one thing they did know was that you had always looked out for them, like a guardian angel in a way.
And on one fateful day, after another evaded tragedy, they finally caught up to you just before you could leave again.
ăVI
"Who the hell are you?" She asked completely out of breath after having practically chased you down through the dense crowd of the undercity. She had seen you so many times before. So, so many times. And every time she did, you were somehow able to save her from certain death by subtly showing her the right way to survive.
It took her a while to piece together that you must've known the outcome of every situation she had ever been in beforehand. That was the only logical answer to the many questions around your existence she could come up with, but it wasn't enough to satiate her desperate curiosity. There were times she had chosen against your signs, and the consequences ended up being almost grave. So whoever you were, you must've had otherworldly knowledge about everything and everyone.
Because whilst she didn't know a thing about you, you certainly knew everything about her.
Raising your hooded head, you idly played with the pocket watch in your hand, piercing eyes meeting her own. "Does that matter?" You ask, and truthfully, it shouldn't. Who cared about your identity when she knew she could trust you? But that wasn't enough. "Yeah, it does to me. Now tell me who you are already. I... I've been seeing you everywhere for years now. You have always been there and I..." She trailed off, suddenly losing her confidence.
She had thought of this moment for years now, imagined exactly what she would say to you. And yet, ultimately, she found herself speechless in your presence that seemed to drown out everyone else around you two. "I see... but my apologies, we were not supposed to meet yet." You said calmly, seemingly undisturbed by her appearance. "Time and fate... they both are so tightly intertwined and yet also so far apart from each other... how odd that the timeline changed so suddenly again, no?" Your words made zero sense in her mind, but that just added to your mystery.
"What-" "-Are you happy with the way your life is going?" You ask, and that made the woman pause in thought. The answer was positive, of course, but only because you had a strong hand in it once she accepted your help. She thought of Powder back home, who was probably happily tinkering away with the young girl Isha they recently took in, and that made her finally nod. "Yes. All thanks to you." "Not at all. It was you who chose your fate. I only showed you the alternative paths."
You two stood there in silence for a moment before she shoved her hands into her pockets and looked over to a nearby bar she liked to frequent in-between missions. "Let's go grab a drink and talk. It's on me." Deciding to accept this new path the timelines had given you, you accept her invitation with a smile.
ăJINX
"You're terrible at your job." "Am I? I like to pride myself in my good work ethic, actually." Jinx was idly swinging her gun back and forth on her index finger whilst she rested up in the ceiling above you, clearly having followed you around secretly. But she knew that you already knew that from the start.
Scoffing at your words, she jumped down and landed in front of your indifferent figure as she pointed the gun right at you. "Pah! You're a funny one... so what are you? A time traveler?" "Ah, I like the title Timekeeper more." You were aggravating but at the same time a familiar face she had grown to appreciate deeply. You were the reason she was doing well in life now, even if she ignored you for a very, very long time. She thought she knew better despite all the odds pointing against her, especially you. Ultimately, she learned her lesson when she finally just listened to you.
"Ugh... whatever. Can't ya at least tell me your name?" "No." "Man, you're such a pain in the butt!" "Likewise." Rolling her eyes, she lowered her gun and lazily leaned against a wall, arms crossed tightly as she observed the crowds passing by from outside the abandoned building you were in. An admittedly comfortable silence fell between you two, one that relaxed her shoulders and made her sigh in defeat after a while. Your presence was always so comforting.
"So, you let me catch up to you this time. Finally tired of the cat and mouse game we've been playing?" You lowered your head at her question, a sly smile on your face that made her narrow her eyes in interest. "Perhaps. Or maybe I just wanted to ask you how you're doing?" What an odd question, considering the context of your meet-up. And yet, it was somehow fitting coming from you specifically. Wasn't your whole mysterious mission revolving around her well-being anyway?
"Shouldn't you know the answer to that, oh so esteemed 'Timekeeper'?" You found no offense in the mockery of your title. Just pure amusement. "I'm afraid that mind reading was not in the initial job listing." Jinx took a moment to think about your question carefully then, deciding to indulge you despite her better judgment. Things were good now, after all. She, Isha, and Vi were together again as a family, including Vander, even if they had yet to find a way to turn him back properly. But everything was happy otherwise... because you made sure that the end to her story wouldn't be a painfully tragic one.
"... I'm fine. Everything's fine." She muttered, and your smile widened at that answer. "So... I'm not terrible at my job, after all?" Pressing a playful hand to her chin, Jinx acted as though she was in deep thought. "Hmmm... I guess I'll need more convincing than all of this to decide." "Of course... then how about we start with running away before the Enforcers show up to raid this place in approximately... 2 minutes?"
Jinx rolled her eyes again with a grin but agreed to follow you, very much glad to have learned her lesson at your side throughout the years.
ăCAITLYN
She was ignorant towards your judgment from the start, especially as she was able to analyze very quickly that you weren't all you claimed you were. You were too smart, too fast, too aware of everything. It was clear that you already knew how her life story especially would come to an end. But that didn't mean that she'd always listen to you.
Caitlyn believed to know better, even going as far as to protest against your word, which she had learned to be fate itself. And sometimes she'd nearly get away with her life, and on others, you'd be the one to show up just in time to save her. It was embarrassing and at times even near humiliating, but you never judged her, just silently left every time she attempted to confront you.
And this time she had finally succeeded.
Now dressed in a formal uniform, she watched your still form stare out of a window in her estate, as though you weren't practically trespassing. But Caitlyn was used to that. "It's going to rain soon. I wonder if the construction workers will get done with the restoration on time today before the first drops fall." The navy haired woman came to stand next to you, ears finely tuned to your calming voice she had heard in her dreams and mind for so many years. It felt surreal to stand next to you at last.
"You already know the answer... but I think Mother will send out guards soon to retrieve them." Her mother, who had only narrowly escaped her death, if it wasn't for you. She had only gotten a little injured from falling debris, but that was all that happened. All of the councilors and people in the building had survived the Jinx attack. No grave injuries. All because you prevented it by throwing Jinx slightly off balance enough to make her shot not as precise.
"... Thank you." "For what?" The right answer would be absolutely everything, but she refrained, noting that you didn't seem keen on praise. You saw it as your job. As your duty to her for a reason unknown. "For saving my mother." That should do.
You nodded at her words in acknowledgment as your eyes spied Ambessa retreating with her troops in defeat. They were practicing chased away by the council since their help was unwelcome. Served them right for meddling with the business of other nations. You had exposed their ulterior motives in secret, and that's all it took for the tide to turn against them. "Just my duty." "I knew you'd say that... but I want to reward you for all you've done. If it wasn't for you... then I... I don't want to know what I would have become."
You glanced at her with an unreadable look in your eye, and that reconfirmed her suspicions regarding how deep she would have fallen otherwise. It's best not to think of it.
Humming to yourself in thought, you gave her a small smile. "Very well, if you insist... you can treat me to some fine tea and cookies." Caitlyn weakly mirrored your grin, relief filling her senses at you accepting her offer. She was worried you wouldn't. "Of course. Follow me." Linking your arms together carefully, you made your way through the dim halls.
A chuckle left your lips when it indeed began to rain.
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The guinea pig whisperer
Eddie Munson x fem!reader (and her guinea pigs)
Summary: When your family needs your help, you turn to your best friend Eddie Munson to take care of your beloved guinea pigs. Couldn't be that difficult, right?
Warnings: use of y/n, but other than that none I think
Wordcount: 4.4k
Taglist: @violettsoul @evileyeandthecattywhumps
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âOkay, guys, weâve got this,â Eddie said softly as he knelt down, trying to convince himself as much as the little creatures in front of him.
âWe totally got this.â
Who was he kidding? He totally didnât have this. What had possessed him to agree to this quest?
As the little furballs scurried back into their houses, teeth chattering in disapproval of the strange guy invading their space, Eddie leaned back against the rustling beanbag and sighed.
Eddie loved animalsâreally, he did. Sometimes, he even loved them more than people. But most animals didnât seem to love him back. He was usually too loud, too hectic, too fidgety, and he ended up scaring them away.
âCome on, Iâm not a bad guy,â he tried to convince the crested guinea pig that was cautiously sticking its nose out of the door, sniffling and clearly unimpressed with Eddie's presence.
âHey, itâs not my fault, okay? Youâre the one who needs special care. Iâm just doing what Iâve been told,â Eddie said, as if reasoning with the little ball of fur would somehow help. Did the guinea pig even understand him? Probably notâitâs just a guinea pig. Guinea pigs couldnât understand humans, right?
When you had asked him to take care of your guinea pigs for a few days while you were out of town, he figured it wouldnât be that hard. Feed them a couple of times a day, refill their water bottleâhow complicated could it be?
But, oh boy, was he wrong.
You were the most generous person heâd ever met, always caring for every creature that crossed your path. For as long as heâd known you, youâd always had special needs animals in your care. Abandoned rabbits, blind cats, deaf dogs, birds with deformed wings, abused animalsâyou always tried to give these innocent souls a place of refuge.
The other day, you got a call from your family, needing your help with your grandmaâs funeral. In a panic, you reached out to Eddie, asking if he could take care of your beloved guinea pigs. Knowing Eddieâs kind nature and willingness to help, you entrusted him with the responsibility of looking after Elvis and the other guinea pigs in your absence.
Who could possibly refuse such a request?
Certainly not Eddie.
Before you left, you handed him a list of instructions on how to take care of the guinea pigs, especially Elvis, your oldest guinea pig who needed special attention due to his dental issues.
Veggies cut in thin slices.
He eats pretty slowly, so make sure the others donât steal his food.
Make sure nothing gets stuck where his teeth are growing back.
Nothing complicated, right? But he hadnât expected Elvis to be such a diva. When you led him into the living room, where the huge guinea pig cage took up half the space, the other guinea pigs had excitedly approached the glass pane enclosing the cage. But Elvis stayed at the back, laying majestically in his snuggle sack, eyeing Eddie warily, clearly unimpressed by his presence.
As soon as you left and Eddie tried to introduce himself, Elvis sprinted into one of the wooden houses, out of Eddieâs reach. Realizing this task might be more complicated than heâd thought, Eddie sat down and observed the guinea pigs for a while. Maybe they just needed to get used to his presence? Maybe they were just shy and needed to see that he wasnât a threat?
He glanced at the list you gave him: Treats are in the drawer next to the cage.
Treats sounded like a good idea. He grabbed a handful of pea flakes and tried to lure the guinea pigs out, carefully whispering reassuring words to them as if they could understand him.
Bit by bit, the first noses peeked out of the houses, sniffing the delicious treats in his hand. But it took some more time before the first guinea pig dared to approach Eddie, sneaking up to him cautiously. Excited, Eddie held his breath, freezing like a statue so as not to scare the fragile, timid creature. Just as he was struggling to hold his breath any longer, the guinea pig grabbed one of the flakes and, with its head held high, ran back into one of the houses.
He knew he had to be patient to gain their trust, but no matter what he tried, Elvis wouldnât come out, making the task nearly impossible.
The rest of the day, Eddie spent in the living room, switching between the couch and the bean bag next to the cage. Whenever he moved around, he made sure to be as quiet as possible. Sitting still was something Eddie wasnât really good atâhe was always fidgeting with anything he could get his hands on.
After a while, he decided to read something to them. Maybe the sound of his voice would help the piggies get used to him? At least it would help him stay still. He figured it didnât matter what he read aloud, so he inspected the small bookshelf in the corner of the room.
âRomeo and Juliet?â He glanced over his shoulder, searching for approval.
âNo, maybe⊠What about Dracula? No, thatâs probably too scary for you guys.â His eyes scanned the other titles. âRed Dragon? No, not appropriate. The Shining? Or maybe Carrie?â He furrowed his brows as he picked up one of the books and turned it around to read the blurb.
âGoddamn, these are some pretty bloody and violent books for such a gentle girl,â he muttered, surprised by your choice in literature. He put Cujo back on the shelf before finding Howlâs Moving Castle.
That might do the trick.
To lure the piggies out of their houses, he placed a bowl of thinly sliced vegetables in the middle of the cage and sat down on the bean bag, reading to them in a soft voice. But still, Elvis remained stubborn, refusing to come out of his house.
âDamn, you really are one headstrong little guy, huh?â Eddie peeked through the entrance of Elvisâs hiding place. âI wonât hurt you. I just wanna make sure you get enough food.â
They locked eyes in a silent standoffâtwo stubborn souls, neither willing to give in. Eddie cocked his head, looking at Elvis with pleading puppy eyes.
âCome on, dude. Do it for Y/N,â he said, a hint of desperation in his voice, as he held out his hand, offering some pea flakes. But Elvis simply turned his back on Eddie. Groaning, Eddie leaned back into the bean bag. How was he supposed to take care of this little guy?
The next couple of hours were a trial of patience for Eddie. Bit by bit the other guinea pigs started to become comfortable around Eddie - accepting the neatly cut veggie strips he offered them in an attempt to gain their trust. They even let him touch them and ate right out of his hand after some time. But Elvis? Hell no. There was no sign he started to trust Eddie. No matter what Eddie tried - pea flakes, grapes, cucumber or even blueberries - Elvis wouldnât even look at him.
Slowly Eddie became frustrated, even anxiously because Elvis simply wouldnât eat anything other than hay. After countless rejections Eddie searched through your kitchen, not actually knowing what he was looking for. He let out a sigh, his fingers running through his hair, about to give up, when finally he found a big bush of parsley taking up the space of the kitchen's windowsill. âOkay, one last tryâ he declared and gently picked a few twigs.
With the parsley in hand Eddie sat down on the bean bag again. âHopefully thisâll workâ he said before he tried to lure Elvis out of his hiding place. And miraculously it was working. Slowly Elvisâ nose peeked out of the little plushy tunnel he was hiding in. And it didnât take long before, paw after paw, he followed the smell of the parsley in Eddie's hand.
âSo youâre just like everyone else,â Eddie stated, grinning like an idiot, âEveryone is corruptible, even a guinea pig like you.â Relieved Eddie watched the little guy munch on that parsley. The little triumph filled Eddie with so much pride, he was convinced that there was nothing stopping him from successfully completing this quest. Even though Elvis was still on high alert, inspecting Eddie attentively and freezing every now and then when Eddie dared to move ever so slightly, it was another small step in the right direction, another piece of the puzzle that was earning the trust of these tiny creaturesâElvis, most of all.
Every morning, he would sit by the cage, reading softly from Howlâs Moving Castle, carefully offering treats, and speaking in his gentlest tone. The other guinea pigs had started to warm up to him, now eagerly gathering around whenever they saw or heard him coming. But Elvis remained stubborn, only occasionally poking his nose out to observe the others before retreating back into his hideaway.
Eddie found himself growing more and more determined. There was something about the challenge that made him even more committed to winning Elvisâs trust. Maybe it was because you had entrusted him with such an important task, or maybe it was because he recognized a kindred spirit in the little guyâa fellow outcast, wary of letting others in.
On the third day, a breakthrough happened. Eddie was lying on the floor next to the cage, chin resting on his hands, his voice low and soothing as he read another chapter. He hadnât noticed at first, but slowly, ever so slowly, Elvis began to inch closer to the entrance of his wooden house. Eddie kept reading, trying not to make any sudden movements. After what felt like an eternity, Elvis crept out just enough to sniff the air, his tiny whiskers twitching.
Eddieâs heart raced. He didnât move, barely even breathed, as Elvis cautiously approached the bowl of veggies. The little guy sniffed around, eyes constantly flicking up to keep Eddie in sight. But eventually, he started to nibble on a piece of lettuce, his guard seemingly lowered. Eddie smiled to himself, feeling a surge of triumph. Maybe, just maybe, they were slowly starting to understand each other.
But getting Elvis to eat in his presence was one thing; getting him to trust Eddie enough to be touched was another. Every time Eddie tried to reach out, Elvis would dart back into his house, and they would be back to square one. Frustration gnawed at Eddie, but he refused to give up. He tried everything he could think ofâdifferent treats, talking to Elvis in even softer tones, staying as still as a statue whenever the guinea pig ventured out. But nothing seemed to work.
One afternoon, after another failed attempt to coax Elvis out, Eddie slumped onto the couch, feeling defeated. He had a sprig of parsley in his hand, the latest in his arsenal of treats, but Elvis wasnât bitingâliterally or figuratively. Eddie absentmindedly twirled the parsley between his fingers, thinking about what he might be doing wrong. Then, a thought struck him. He remembered how you had once mentioned that animals, especially small ones like guinea pigs, relied heavily on scent. Maybe Elvis was so attached to you because he associated your scent with safety.
Eddie searched through your apartment until he found a little cupboard in the bathroom, filled with makeup, different sorts of hairspray and a few little flacons of perfume. He stared at it for a moment, the idea forming in his mind. It was ridiculous, wasnât it? But then again, everything else had failed. What did he have to lose?
With a determined sigh, Eddie grabbed the bottle and spritzed a small amount on his hoodie. The familiar scent filled the air, a mix of something floral and earthy, like freshly cut grass. He couldnât help but smile a littleâthis was so absurd it just might work.
Feeling a bit silly, but hopeful, Eddie returned to the cage. He gently placed the parsley in front of Elvisâs hideaway and then sat back, waiting. Eventually, Elvis emerged, sniffing the air as usual. But this time, something was different. His tiny nose twitched more rapidly, almost excited, and he stepped out a little farther than usual, his gaze fixed on Eddie. The guinea pigâs hesitation seemed to lessen, and to Eddieâs astonishment, Elvis slowly made his way over to him, stopping just short of where Eddieâs hand rested on the floor.
Eddieâs heart pounded as Elvis sniffed at his hand, clearly intrigued by the scent. He stayed perfectly still, allowing the little creature to take his time. Finally, with what seemed like a deep breath of resolve, Elvis nudged the parsley with his nose and thenâalmost miraculouslyâclimbed into Eddieâs lap. Eddie was so shocked he barely dared to move. But Elvis, after a moment of careful observation, seemed to decide that this strange new version of Eddie was okay, settling down on his lap.
Eddie let out a breath he hadnât realized he was holding. Gently, he raised a hand and started to stroke Elvisâs soft fur. This time, the guinea pig didnât flinch or run. Instead, he let out a tiny, contented squeak, closing his eyes and stretching out his legs as Eddie continued to pet him. Eddie grinned like a fool, feeling like heâd just won the lottery.
Eddie had settled into a routine with the guinea pigs over the next couple of days. He'd spend his mornings preparing their veggies, carefully slicing them just the way you had shown him, then patiently coaxing Elvis out of his hideaway with a mix of treats, soft words and the scent of your perfume. Though Elvis had finally started to warm up to him, Eddie still found himself with plenty of downtime as the guinea pigs quietly went about their business.
That afternoon, as the guinea pigs dozed off after their midday snack, Eddie found himself drawn to his guitar, which he had brought along just in case he needed something to pass the time. He hadnât played much since heâd been focused on the guinea pigs, but the itch to strum a few chords was starting to get to him. So, he grabbed his guitar and lay down on the floor, fingers absentmindedly picking at the strings.
He started with something soft, just a few random chords, not really thinking about what he was playing. The sound of the guitar strings filled the room, blending with the soft rustle of hay from the guinea pig cage. Eddie smiled to himself, feeling the familiar comfort of the guitar beneath his fingers.
But as he relaxed into the music, his fingers instinctively drifted into a familiar riffâMetallica's "For Whom the Bell Tolls." The heavy, thrumming notes reverberated through the room, and Eddie couldnât help but get into it, his fingers moving more confidently across the strings as he lost himself in the music.
He was just starting to really enjoy himself when he noticed something strange. The peaceful quiet of the room had been interrupted by a series of sharp, disapproving clicks. Eddie paused mid-riff and looked over at the cage, where all five guinea pigs were wide awake, teeth chattering in what could only be described as intense disapproval.
Eddie raised an eyebrow, his fingers hovering above the strings. "Seriously, guys?" he muttered, half-amused, half-offended. He plucked another string experimentally, and the chattering grew louder, the guinea pigs shifting restlessly in their cage.
He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "What, you donât like Metallica? I thought you guys had better taste than that." But the guinea pigs werenât having itâevery time he strummed a chord, their chatter became more insistent, as if they were staging a tiny, furry protest.
Eddie couldnât help but laugh. âAlright, alright, I get it. No Metallica,â he conceded, setting his guitar aside with a grin. âGuess youâre more into the easy-listening stuff, huh?â He rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. âCanât believe Iâm getting critiqued by a bunch of guinea pigs,â he muttered to himself, a smile still tugging at his lips.
The room fell back into a peaceful silence, the guinea pigs settling down once more as Eddie let the moment wash over him. He was still smiling, even as he turned his thoughts back to the challenge of getting Elvis to trust him completely.
A few minutes later, he picked up his guitar again, but this time, instead of metal, he gently strummed a softer melodyâsomething calm and soothing, more to the guinea pigs' taste. The chatter subsided, and Eddie felt a small sense of victory as he noticed them relaxing again.
As the days passed, Elvis began to venture closer and closer to Eddie. The once hesitant little guinea pig now seemed less afraid of the strange man who had taken over his home. Eddie noticed the subtle changesâhow Elvis would come out of his hiding spot more often, how heâd eat his veggies with less hesitation, and how heâd sometimes watch Eddie with what looked like growing curiosity.
One afternoon, after hours of reading aloud and playing soft melodies on his guitar, Eddie felt the weight of the day catching up to him. The warm afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. The rhythmic sounds of the guinea pigs munching on their food, coupled with the cozy warmth of the bean bag, lulled Eddie into a sleepy daze.
Before he knew it, he had dozed off, his head resting against the back of the bean bag, his breathing slow and steady.
Unbeknownst to Eddie, Elvis had also grown sleepy. The little guinea pig had gradually moved closer to the side of the cage nearest Eddie, his tiny body finally relaxing as he curled up in a pile of hay. For the first time since you had left, Elvis drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep, feeling safe with Eddie nearby.
About an hour later, Eddie stirred awake. His neck ached slightly from the angle heâd been sleeping in, but as he stretched and rubbed his eyes. He hadnât meant to fall asleep, but the nap had been surprisingly refreshing. He turned to check on the guinea pigs, expecting to see them scurrying around or nibbling on some hay.
But then he noticed Elvis, who was still lying in the same spot, completely still. Eddieâs smile faded as a pang of worry shot through him. He leaned closer to the cage, his heart starting to race. Elvis wasnât moving at all.
âElvis?â Eddie called softly, tapping the side of the cage. âHey, buddy, you okay?â
There was no response. No twitch of the nose, no flutter of the earsânothing. Eddieâs mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario. Was ElvisâŠ? No, he couldnât be. But the stillness, the lack of movement, made Eddieâs stomach twist in fear.
Panic set in as Eddie quickly reached out to gently pet Elvisâ white crest, his hands trembling. âElvis, come on, donât do this to me,â he murmured, trying to nudge the guinea pig gently. But Elvis remained motionless, his tiny body limp and unresponsive.
âOh god,â Eddie breathed, his voice tinged with desperation. âY/Nâs gonna kill me. Iâm so sorry, Elvis, I didnâtââ
He froze mid-sentence, his brain scrambling for a solution. Maybe Elvis was just in a deep sleep, right? Maybe he just needed a little incentive to wake up. Eddieâs eyes darted around the room, searching for somethingâanythingâthat might help.
Then he remembered the parsley. Seemingly Elvisâ favorite thing to snack.
Practically diving for the drawer, Eddie grabbed a sprig of parsley, his hands shaking as he brought it up to Elvisâs nose. âCome on, little guy,â Eddie begged, holding his breath and praying to whatever god might hear him right now. âI know you love this stuff. Just wake up, please.â
For a moment, nothing happened. Eddieâs heart pounded in his chest, and he was on the verge of full-blown panic. But then, just as he was about to lose hope, Elvisâs nose twitched. It was barely noticeable at first, but Eddieâs sharp eyes caught it. Then, slowly, Elvisâs whiskers twitched, and he took a long, deep sniff of the parsley.
Eddie nearly sagged with relief. âOh, thank God,â he muttered, watching as Elvisâs eyes fluttered open, the guinea pig groggily lifting his head to nibble on the parsley. The sight of Elvis happily munching away, casually as if nothing happened, made Eddie laugh out loud, though his laughter was shaky with the remnants of his panic.
"You scared the hell out of me, you little rascal,â Eddie said, his voice filled with both amusement and lingering relief. He gently stroked Elvisâs fur as the guinea pig chewed contentedly, seemingly unaware of the scare heâd just given Eddie.
Eddie sat back on the bean bag, his heart rate gradually returning to normal as he watched Elvis eat. The little guy had just been in a deep sleep, completely comfortable in Eddieâs presence. Eddie couldnât help but feel a swell of prideâElvis finally trusted him enough to sleep so soundly, something that seemed impossible just days ago.
Eddie chuckled to himself, shaking his head. âYouâre gonna be the death of me, you know that?â he teased, though his tone was affectionate. âBut hey, at least I know how to wake you up now.â
For the rest of the day, Elvis stayed close to Eddie, either nestled in his hoodie or perched on his chest as Eddie lay on the couch. They watched TV together, with Eddie flipping through channels until he found an old movie that wouldnât be too loud or scary.
When you returned that evening, the first thing you noticed was the unusual stillness in your living room. Expecting the usual rustling of hay and the soft chattering of your guinea pigs, you tiptoed in, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening. As you rounded the corner, the sight before you made you stop in your tracks, your heart melting instantly.
Eddie Munson, the chaotic, metal-as-fuck guy you knew, was stretched out on your couch, his wild curls splayed out on the cushion, with Elvis nestled snugly inside his hoodie, just below his chin. The two of them were watching some cheesy sitcom, but it was clear they were both on the verge of dozing off. Elvis looked completely at ease, his tiny nose twitching as he snuggled deeper into Eddieâs hoodie.
You had to stifle a giggle, half from the absurdity of the scene and half from the warmth it brought to your chest. You almost didnât want to disturb them, but curiosity got the better of you. âHow the hell did you do that?â you whispered, eyes wide with amazement. Elvis had always been so fixated on you, never letting anyone else get near him, let alone cuddle up like that. Not even your closest friends or family had managed to gain his trust like this.
Eddie stirred at the sound of your voice, blinking groggily as he turned his head to look at you. A slow, sleepy grin spread across his face when he saw the look of disbelief on yours. He glanced down at Elvis, who remained contentedly curled up, his little body rising and falling with Eddieâs steady breaths. âOh, this?â Eddie said with a playful smirk, his voice still heavy with sleep. âI found out heâs a sucker for parsley. And, well⊠your perfume.â
Your eyes widened as you stepped closer, leaning in to catch the familiar scent lingering on Eddieâs hoodie. Sure enough, there it was - your perfume, the one you always wore. The realization hit you like a warm wave, making your heart flutter. âYouâre wearing my perfume?â you asked, half amused, half touched by the gesture.
Eddie chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âWhat can I say? Figured if I couldnât be you, I could at least smell like you. Gotta say, I think itâs working. Might have to start wearing this stuff all the time, I think it suits me, donât you?â He winked, clearly enjoying your reaction.
You couldnât help but laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âYouâre ridiculous, you know that?â
âRidiculously charming,â he teased, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to disagree. âI mean, it worked, didnât it? This little guyâs all about the Munson charm now.â He gently stroked Elvisâs fur with the back of his finger, the guinea pig letting out a contented little purr in response.
âLooks like heâs not the only one,â you muttered under your breath, though a smile tugged at your lips as you said it.
Eddieâs grin widened as he caught your words, his eyes softening as he looked at you. âIs that so?â he drawled, his tone light but his gaze warm.
You rolled your eyes, but there was no denying the flutter in your stomach. âMaybe,â you replied, your voice just above a whisper.
For a moment, the room was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of the sitcom. You gently draped a blanket over Eddie and Elvis, who both looked completely content in their shared little cocoon. The sight of Eddie, usually so loud and full of energy, lying there with your favorite guinea pig snuggled up against him, melted away any lingering doubts you had about him.
âThanks for taking care of them,â you said softly, your hand lingering on the blanket for just a moment longer than necessary.
âAnytime,â Eddie replied. âI kinda get it now. Why youâre so into these little guys. Elvis is pretty cool once you get past the whole âtiny ball of anxietyâ thing.â His voice was sincere, though the playful glint in his eye remained. âBut just so you know, Iâm expecting a bonus for going above and beyond the call of duty here.â
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. âOh? And what kind of bonus are we talking about?â
He grinned, tilting his head slightly as he looked up at you. âHow about dinner? You know, as a thank you. And maybe you could tell me more about this perfume - Iâm thinking of making it my signature scent.â
You laughed, the sound light and genuine. âDinner, huh? I suppose I owe you that much.â
Eddieâs smile softened, his teasing fading into something more genuine. âYou donât owe me anything,â he said quietly, âbut I wouldnât mind spending more time with you. And Elvis, of course. We make a pretty good team.â
Your heart skipped a beat, and as you looked down at the two of them, the warmth in your chest spread until it felt like you might burst. Maybe there was something special here - something you hadnât expected to find.
âWell,â you said, your voice soft, âI guess dinner it is.â
xxx
I wrote this just for myself because I miss my little diva so so much. But I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless. The picture above is one of my favorites, Elvis in his favorite blanket, sleeping on my hand.
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The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 14
Here we are again at the end. I'm sad to see this one go. It was a real challenge to see if I could write heavier smut and the answer is "eh, so-so". There should have been more nudity and sex in this thing than there was, but after the fight with Tumblr over the stripper tag I just gave up trying to even tag things properly anymore. Because of the fucking purity police.
But this gets racy. As racy as I get.
So thanks for one hell of a ride!
Part 1Â Part 2Â Part 3 Part 4 Part 5Â Part 6Â Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13
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Steve flopped on their sofa with a whine. âRobin... dancing with him just the two of us is going to kill me. I just know it.â
Robin looked over at him from the kitchen with an impressed eyebrow. âYou know who to blame.â
âChrissy,â they said together.
âIf she had been dating you,â Steve huffed, laying lengthwise on the sofa and putting his right arm behind his head, âthis wouldnât have happened.â
âHey!â she protested. âThere is no way that that literal goddess is ever going to date a peon like me.â
Steve lobbed a pillow straight at her head. âOnly one of us gets to mope at a time, and itâs my turn. Plus you arenât a pee-on or whatever it was you called yourself. I bet she thinks youâre hot.â
Robin came over with the two bowls of stew she had reheated and handed one to Steve, who promptly sat up straight so she had a place to sit.
âThere is no fucking way,â she huffed around a bite of carrot. âDid you see the way she danced with the new Wrath? Micaela has all the right moves, who would want me when they could have that?â
Micaela looked like a Greek statue come to life. She perfect olive toned skin, deep brown eyes and the perfect pout to her lips. She was also married to a guy named Paul, who did construction for a living and didnât care about the stripping as long as it made her happy.
âIâm pretty sure Paul would take issue with that,â he huffed. âBesides, Iâll make a bet. Iâll ask her tomorrow if she thinks youâre hot and when I win, you have to do laundry for the next month.â
Robin shrieked in outrage. âThere is no way, Mr. Clothes Horse that I am going to wash that many clothes for a month.â
âOh so you agree,â Steve said batting his eyelashes, âthat you know she thinks youâre hot?â
She began sputtering and squawking, finally she settled down with her stew and very mumbled, âCurses foiled again.â
Steve kissed her cheek and turned on âUnsolved Mysteriesâ.
âThis show was creepier in the eighties,â she huffed. âNow most of the time itâs just supernatural shit. Robert Stack would appalled.â
Steve waved her off, âShush! I want to hear about the Chicago Moth Man.â
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Steve bounded up to Chrissy the next day, grinning from ear to ear. âHey-ya, hot stuff!â
Chrissy threw her head back and laughed. âWhatâs happening, yourself, you goober?â
âSo...â he began, rocking back on his heels and then back on his toes, âso I have this bet with Robin. If I win she has to do the laundry for a month and if she wins, I have to tell Eddie I like him.â
âOohh,â Chrissy said, rubbing her hands together, âI almost want to see you lose so you have to tell him. Whatâs the bet?â
âThat you donât think sheâs hot. I said you do, she thinks you donât.â
Steve smirked as he saw the complete indecision warring on her face. âDamn it.â She stomped one foot dramatically. âThatâs really not fair, Steve...â
His grin widened and he knew he had won. âIâll tell you what, you let me win the bet and Iâll have you help choreograph a dance that will knock all of Eddieâs clothes right off.â
âTell Robin that not only do I think sheâs hot,â Chrissy said returning his grin, âbut also tell her to be ready next Tuesday at seven, because Iâm taking her out on a date.â
Steve gave her a fist bump and walked away, back to where a very anxious Robin stood, twisting a cloth napkin to death.
âI win,â he said smugly, âand you have a date on Tuesday at seven. Dress nice, but not fancy.â
Robin sputtered and stammered. âI would have thought at the very least she would have gone my way if for the very reason one of you to boneheads needs to say something because even long time regulars are starting to notice the friction between the two of you will light this place on fire.â
âOh I totally bribed her,â Steve said, smirk never faltering for a moment, âI told her she could help choreograph a dance to actually seduce Eddie.â
âYou are so smug,â she said through gritted teeth, pinching his cheek. âI donât have anything to wear, you know this right?â
Steve waved her off, smacking her hand away. âGo on a shopping trip, itâs not like youâre broke. Hell, weâll go tomorrow before work. Make you the prettiest butch lesbian there ever was.â He patted her cheek firmly. âNow, Iâm going to go shake my ass.â
He walked off as Chrissy walked up to her. âHey, gorgeous,â she purred, âIâm assuming Steve told you about our date?â
Robin nodded, eyes wide. âI didnât know you thought that about me.â
Chrissy leaned over the counter, putting her boobs on display. She played with one of Robinâs many necklaces. âI thought that when you got hired, sweetie. This is just me finally taking the plunge.â
She licked her lips slowly as Robinâs cheeks turned bright red, causing her freckles to really stand out.
âOh.â
Chrissy chuckled. âSuch a pretty little thing. I think you have me a disadvantage, Robin.â
âHowâs that?â Robin asked, amazed it didnât come out as complete gibberish. Her cheeks were flushed and she couldnât even see straight, every fiber of her being was focused on that single point of contact where Chrissy had a hold of her necklace.
âYouâve seen me naked and covered in chocolate sauce,â Chrissy purred, âand I was curious to see if that was on offer.â
How Robin didnât immediately devolve into a complete buffoon, she had no idea. âNever on the first date.â She almost squeaked when she realized the words that had just come out of her mouth. Thatâs it. This wasnât Hellfire Club, this was Heaven. She had died. Clearly.
âDuly noted,â Chrissy said, straightening up. âYouâll be a good girl for me, wonât you?â
Robin nodded and Chrissy waved goodbye over her shoulder. Joe who was the head waiter and her boss patted her on the shoulder.
âDonât take it too personally,â he said with a huff of laughter. âIâve seen lesser lesbians turn into gibbering hound dogs when she does that. Sheâs just a softy, really, she just also loves to blue screen the hell out of potential dates.â
Robin turned to him. âWhy is that?â
âBecause she wants to set the expectation that she is a stripper,â Joe said with a shrug. âSheâs good at her job and she isnât going to quit for anyone. So if she goes super sexual out of the gate and the person doesnât mind it, then she knows itâs a safe bet.â
âOh.â
That made more sense than it didnât. But now she had figure out how to date the hottest woman Robin had ever met. No pressure.
Right?
~
To say Steve was nervous would be an understatement. He was about to turn an already sexually charged dance between him and Eddie and turn the dial all the up to eleven. Heâs not even sure if it could be called âsimulatedâ sex, when they were both going to get naked for a crowd, but it was definitely going to be something.
He had been slowly ramping up the tension between him and Eddie with each week and it was the last Saturday of the month and he was about to blow something. Eddieâs mind or his fucking job.
He really, really hoped it wasnât his job.
They did their trio dance and Lilith slunk off stage, leaving behind Lucifer and Samael. The looks they were giving each other could have set that stage on fire. Steve was already most of the way red and his wings were tattered. It would not take much for Samael to fall. And fall tonight, he most certainly would.
Steve started out slow. He wanted to make Eddie come to him. He ran his hands all up and down his chest. One hand went up to his throat while the other dipped to press the heel of hand against his aching erection.
The moaned he released was not faked.
Both hands touched his cheeks and then dug into his hair, his hips thrusting out. The audience was hooked but the person he wanted was Eddie.
Lucifer watched with hooded eyes as Steve made love to himself. Then the water fell on Steveâs head and he ripped off his top. The wings were skeletal now, the last bit of feathers having been washed away with all the white.
He was standing there in red boots and g-string, head back and chest out.
The growl from Eddie was primal and Steve wasnât sure if it was Lucifer or Eddie who made the sound.
But it didnât matter, it did the job.
Eddie stalked across the stage and pulled their bodies flush together. He lifted one of Steveâs legs up and unzipped the boot, gently pulling it off. That leg went tightly around Eddieâs waist and he did the same with the other leg.
Soon Steve was only wearing the g-string, completely wrapped around Eddie, who was still fully dressed.
With his hand firmly on Steveâs back, Steve lowered himself backwards, arching his back, like those Renaissance painting of fallen angels and deposed saints.
With his free hand Eddie ripped off the harness with the wings tossing them aside to be picked up by one of the other dancers. Then that hand slid over Steveâs chest, down to the front of Steveâs thong and ripped that off as well.
The gasp from the audience and then the roar when Eddie tossed at them was loud.
Not that Steve could hear them over the rush of blood to his head. He wasnât sure if it was entirely due to hanging upside down or the fact that the only thing that separated him from Eddie was the leather pants he wore as Pride.
Steve wrapped both arms around Eddieâs neck and began to grind against him.
Eddie forcibly set him down and pushed him away.
Steve had nothing to worry about because he knew this was part of the dance and turned toward the patrons.
He danced, reveling in his now naked form, showing off and simpering to the crowd. Then heâs yanked back, into Eddieâs arms.
He smirked and pushed Eddie away, turning back to the crowd. Eddie yanked on his arm again but instead of pulling him close, he pushed him to ground.
Steve stared up at him, propped up on his elbows as he scooted away from Eddie, toward the edge of the stage.
Eddie pulled on his tear away leather pants, leaving him only in the black combat boots he wore.
He stood, straddled over Steve and then knelt on one knee, running his hands over Steveâs torso and then pushed him all the way to ground.
Steveâs arms came up and his hands roamed over Eddieâs legs and ass. Eddieâs other knee hit the stage with a loud thump, causing the audience to jump. They were that enthralled with what was going on on stage.
Eddie slithered down Steveâs body and they both moaned together.
Steve was no longer sure where his body ended and Eddieâs started. It was like they were one.
Eddie stood up and as he straightened, he flipped Steve so he was on his stomach. He knelt back over Steveâs prone body and lifted his head by his hair. Steve knew to rise with it so it didnât actually hurt, but fuck it was sexy as hell.
And the crowd thought so too.
Steve rose on his arms, stretching his back, like a mermaid pose, head back. Then he went straight down again slapping the stage to make it sound harder than it was.
He rolled over and looked up at Eddie. Eddie beckoned him to him and Steve followed, hypnotized. Entranced.
They danced together, their bodies moving as one.
Then with the dying beats of the song, Eddie dipped Steve, kissing him firmly on the mouth.
The audience went...well wild was too tame a word. Feral. They went absolutely feral.
Someone handed them garters for them put on and get money stuffed into. Once all the money that was stuffed the garters and thrown on the stage was gathered up, Steve and Eddie stumbled into Eddieâs office/dressing room.
Mouths and hands everywhere as they tried to touch as much as possible. As they were already naked or mostly there all it took was a quick tumble onto the sofa and they were really going at it.
âBaby,â Eddie huffed. âI was so hard, I almost came twice.â
Steve moaned underneath him. âOnly twice? God if I didnât have an ex-boyfriend who liked edging me I wouldâve come several times.â
Eddie propped himself up on his elbows to look Steve in the eye. âWe going to unpack that later when we are both sane again, but for right now I need to see you come!â
âDeal!â Steve cried as Eddie ground down.
The sex was short and explosive, as they had been turned on pretty much from the get go.
Eddie collapsed against Steveâs cum covered chest causing him to let out a pained huff.
âWhere the fuck did you learn to dance like that?â Eddie complained. âHave you been holding back on me?â
Steve chuckled. âI had Chrissy help choreograph that in exchange for getting her a date with Robin.â
âThat sneaky little minx,â he said with a fond shake of his head. âShe is in so much trouble for that.â
âHey,â Steve protested. âIt worked didnât it?â
There was silence for a beat.
âIt did work, right?â he asked shyly.
Eddie raised his head to look him in the eye. âI guess that depends on your end game, if Iâm honest.â
âIâm in love with you, Eddie,â Steve said his voice shaking just a little with the raw emotion of it all. âI want to take you dates, I want to wake up next to you, I want to know how you take your eggs so I can make you breakfast in bed. I want it all, with you.â
Eddie sat up and pulled Steve with him. âI want that too. Iâm love with you, too. Iâve always been attracted to you. Youâve been nothing but kind to Chrissy, you defended my club against Nancy and Jason, you made it possible for me to really turn this club into something really special. It was good before you came, but you made it great. Of course I want to be your boyfriend, Stevie. Iâd be upset if you didnât want that, too.â
Steve surged forward and kissed him firmly on the lips. âOkay.â
Steve really didnât feel like walking through the throng of people waiting to get paid, so Eddie loaned him some clothes.
When Eddie opened the door everyone cheered.
âYeah, yeah,â Eddie huffed. âJust remember Iâm still your boss. Speaking of which, letâs get you people paid.â
Jeff and Chrissy came forward the locked box and the tip jar. Eddie counted the money, but instead of Steve on the other side of the desk like he used to do, Steve sat on the corner of the desk watching Eddie work.
After everyone had gotten paid they all shuffled out except Robin, Chrissy, and Jeff.
âNice to see you two finally worked it out,â Jeff said with a huff of laughter. âI was about to embarrass the hell out of Eddie if something didnât change by tonight.â
Eddie shuddered. âGlitter and stickers. So many stickers.â
Jeff grinned broadly.
Robin handed Steve a bag. âThis has all your stuff in it, like your clothes, wallet, cell phone, and keys. I donât want to see you home until sometime tomorrow.â She cocked her head to the side. âMainly because Iâm making out with my girlfriend tonight and really donât want you there.â
She winked at him and then grabbed Chrissyâs wrist and hauled her out of there. Chrissy squawked and wave goodbye, yelling her congratulations over her shoulder as she was dragged along.
âAnd thatâs me out of here, too,â Jeff said jutting his thumb at the retreating pair. âIâll catch you guys tomorrow.â
Once everyone was gone, Steve smiled down at Eddie.
âTomorrow,â he said wistfully. âI like the sound of that.â
âI like the sound of an infinity of tomorrows,â Eddie replied.
âMe too.â
They kissed again and walked out to their cars. Steve followed Eddie to his apartment, and just like in the rest of Eddieâs life, just never really left.
Soon he was spending most of his time over there, sometimes for sex, but mostly just being himself.
One Tuesday night when they were curled up on the sofa, Eddie asked him to move in for real.
âIâd really like that,â he murmured against Eddieâs lips.
Steve thought back to that fateful day when Robin came home from getting the job at the club, telling him that a dancer position just opened up and they were desperate. He hadnât really stripped in a long time, the stripper-cize classes excluded. Those really werenât the same thing as actually stripping.
But money was running out and he was out of options. So he auditioned using that silly song, hoping to stand out just enough to get the job.
And it instead changed his life.
âI love you, my little devil,â Steve purred.
Eddieâs returning smile was blinding. âAnd I love you too, angel.â
They kissed happily in their ever after.
~
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Treatment àżàŸ Kinktober. 29, oct.
(late post)
â pairing: Spencer Reid x college student!reader
â type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)
â kink: praise kink
â summary: Spencer needs to take out the frustrations of his professional life during sex with you, his girlfriend and his favorite student.
â tags/warnings: kinktober 29th day, female!reader, girlfriend!reader, professor!Reid, praise kink, aftercare, vaginal sex, rough sex, overstimulation, vaginal fingering, body worship, hair-pulling, butt slapping, biting, teacher-student relationship (NO UNDERAGE), secret relationship, dumbification, squirting, dacryphilia, creampie, cum dripping, subspace, fluffy ending, table sex, rough kissing, soft!Reid, dom!Reid, sub!reader. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
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Ever since Spencer arrived at university stressed after a week solving an important case at the BAU, you knew he would need to take out all his frustration with you on sex. It was no longer news to the two of you how high Spencer's sex drive became after dealing with maniacal Unsubs, especially when he had to put up with so many students who seemed to have a below average IQ inside his classroom.
The opportunity to teach subjects focused on criminology, sociology and psychoanalysis had been incredible at first, but started increasingly unbearable as the final exams weeks approached. He was trying to get his students used to his assessment method little by little, giving them short and quick tests that contained only some topics that would be included in the final exams.
However, with each test he corrected, he cursed a different teenager. Spencer could barely read the answers without wanting to rip his eyes out of their eye sockets or tear his own skin. Maybe most of the students were really stupid and irresponsible, or maybe he was being very demanding due to the stress he was going through with the latest criminal case. After all, he could not judge someone's intelligence as truly inferior just because he had a real genius brain.
When Spencer saw that he would not be able to concentrate on correcting the tests, he huffed and threw randomly the pile of papers on his table, taking out his phone and sending an urgent text to you, his favorite student and secret girlfriend too.
Even though you were busy in the library studying for another professor's classes, you were more than a little eager when you saw the text from Spencer, or rather Doctor Reid, demanding your presence in his office immediately. You knew what was coming as soon as you had caught a glimpse of him walking through campus hallways earlier that day. He was stressed. And if Spencer was stressed, that meant you would suffer the consequences and be very rewarded later.
"T-This fucking good pussy!" Spencer growled, gripping your waist tighter, giving your ass a slap that made you roll your eyes in pleasure as he moved his hips deeper, more brutally, almost as if he wanted to break you into two parts.
You whimpered when the head of his cock almost hit your cervix, making you see stars. "S-Spencie!"
Your trembling moan came along with a sob, your legs shaking as you gripped the edge of his marble table, trying to steady yourself with each thrust, even though your legs were so weak that you were sure all the paperwork would fall to the floor soon. "You're doing so well, darling. Taking my thick cock inside you like a good girl..." He growled, lowering himself until his chest was against your back, biting your shoulder uncovered by the neckline of your dress. "My best student. The only one smart enough to be admitted to this stupid university."
You knew he was overreacting, but that did not stop you from smiling between moans, your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter while he praised you, fingers pressing the soft flesh of your ass and his lips whispering how smart and hot you were. His favorite. You would always be his favorite student.
Spencer pulled you by your hair, until you were standing as he held himself still inside you, grabbing your chin for a sloppy and aggressive kiss. His free hand pulled just one of your legs up onto the table, the new position making him hit deeper inside your tight pussy. "Fuck... You have no idea how much I needed this." Spencer moaned, taking advantage of the fact that you understood the angle he wanted to fuck you at and he held your hips to help you keep it that way. "I love your little pussy crushing me like that. So tight, even when I'm about to fill you with my cum. You want that, darling? Going around campus with my cum running down your thighs? For everyone to know that you're the best student ever?â
You did not answer your boyfriend, as you were too busy feeling your orgasm coming. Spencer's eyes rolled back as your ass began to bounce faster by the second and you started to moan loudly, forcing him to release your chin to cover your mouth. "Shhh, little girl... You don't want people to know that you're getting special treatment from your professor, don't you, darling? You want them to know how much I love fucking your pussy until you're a whining mess?"
You shook your head immediately, muffled sounds escaping when Spencer licked your neck, continuing to whispering and dirty talking to you, the fucking starting to get more intense after you climaxed and your hole started to get creamy due his pre-cum and your juices.
Noticing how your body began to shake more than normal and your walls were spasming, Spencer let go of your hips only to finger your clit, rubbing it so roughly that you screamed into his palm and finally came again, followed by the transparent liquid squirting from your pussy while Spencer continued fucking you. He stimulated your clit until he also was cumming, moaning in an almost guttural way as he watched the scene of you crying out and squirting, feeling you milking his cock until the last drop.
Spencer sighed at the overstimulation, withdrawing himself from you, causing you to groan in pain and melancholy at the sudden emptiness. "It's okay, darling. You were so good, you're always so good to me... my good girl." Spencer whispered, picking you up to lay you down on the table. It was not the most comfortable place possible for the aftercare, but both of you knew it was the most that having sex hidden in your university professor's office could offer you. He stroked your hair, taking a tissue from his briefcase so he could wipe off the remnants of his cum running down your thighs. He gave you a soft smile because you reflexively tried to pull yourself away, your mind still trapped into the subspace. "It's just me, darling. You're okay. I just need to clean you up now. Is that okay, my girl?"
You nodded weakly and also a little confused, low but less scared whimpers coming from your lips. Spencer was careful not to hurt your already so sensitive and sore core. "My beautiful little girl. You're so perfect, darling. I'm so proud of you..." You smiled with your eyes closed, hearing his husky but loving voice.
Spencer took charge of taking care of you during that moment, placing a soft kiss on your temple, putting your panties back on and fixing your dress. Spencer caressed your head, admiring your weak and sleepy form, trying his best to hold back the giggle that wanted to escape as he noticed that the papers containing his students' tests were damp with random drops from your sudden squirt.
He would have to think about some convincing explanation to give to the university president regarding the stains on those papers. However, for now, the only thing Spencer would do was make sure you were physically and emotionally fine again so both of you could return to your proper responsibilities when the next class started.
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Hi! Im a new anon who stumble upon your work recently. (I love it btw!) Can I request this scenario for the obey me fandom?
Imagine the MC is (or was) married in the human realm. However the brothers realized that the MCâs spouse is VERY attractive (Like if the spouse was Gojo Satoru). How do you think they would react with the news?
A Bit Of Jealousy
Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader, Jealousy, Humor, Lighthearted Fluff, Possessiveness, Insecurity, Self-Doubt, Teasing.
Warnings: Some possessive and teasing behavior, mild jealousy, occasional insecurity (mostly comedic), discussions about past relationships, lighthearted humor.
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Lucifer stood with his arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on you, as if contemplating something rather than merely listening. It had been some time since you'd mentioned your past life in the human realm, but this new detail had caught his attention.
"I had no idea your ex-husband was⊠that handsome." Luciferâs tone was neutral, but the slight narrowing of his eyes betrayed a flicker of something else.
You couldnât help but chuckle. "Itâs not like I married him for his looks," you said, trying to downplay it. "He had other qualities that mattered."
The eldest brotherâs expression remained composed, though you could see the tension in his jaw. He was used to being the most capable, the most desired, and the thought that someone elseâsomeone so undeniably attractiveâhad captured your heart before him stirred a slight discomfort within him.
"Youâre saying I wouldnât have stood a chance?" he asked, his voice dangerously smooth, though a subtle irritation lingered.
You smiled teasingly. "Lucifer, youâre far too full of yourself. Besides, youâre the one Iâm with now, arenât you?"
Luciferâs gaze softened, and with a possessive gesture, he pulled you closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Youâre lucky Iâm still allowing you to be with such an inferior man."
Mammonâs jaw dropped, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head. "Wait, wait, what? Your ex-husband was that good-looking?!" His face turned a deep shade of red as he paced frantically, tugging at his hair. "How the hell did someone like him end up with ya?!"
You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress your amusement. "Mammon, it wasn't just about looks."
Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, shrank slightly, as if trying to come to terms with the idea that he might not measure up. "Well, The Great Mammon is way better than some human, right?" he muttered, but the lack of his usual bravado made it clear that he was internally battling his insecurities.
You walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You know you're amazing in your own way, Mammon. Itâs not about competing with anyone."
He grumbled under his breath, still clearly unsure of himself. "Yeah, yeah. Guess Iâll just have to show ya why Iâm the better pick."
Leviathan froze, his eyes going wide in disbelief. "Wait, waitâthat guy?!" His voice wavered, and his face flushed a deep shade of crimson as he processed the revelation. "You were married to him? Thatâs like⊠the ultimate level-up in real life! He mustâve been like some kind of rare, super rare character from a game or something!"
You blinked, surprised by his immediate reaction. "You know who he is?"
Leviathan fidgeted nervously, his excitement quickly mixed with insecurity. "O-of course I know him! He's everywhere, with that... unbeatable vibe, and heâs always so confident. IâI donât think I could ever be like that..." He looked down, voice cracking slightly. "I mean... why would you marry someone like him when you couldâve had a shy, awkward guy who spends all his time gaming, not that Iâd have had a chance or anything..."
You raised an eyebrow. "You think heâs that good-looking?"
Leviathanâs cheeks flushed deep red, his fingers fumbling awkwardly with his game controller as if it were a lifeline. "W-Well, yeah... I mean, how can I compete with that?" He mumbled, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and self-doubt. "Heâs like... a living anime character, with that whole âcool, untouchableâ vibe... Iâm just an otaku, surrounded by figurines and my games!" He sighed, slouching in his seat as his eyes dropped to the floor. "Guess I donât stand a chance, huh?"
You chuckled and patted his head. "Levi, you have your own charm, don't worry."
He mumbled a soft "thanks," his cheeks still tinged pink, as he returned to his game, likely pondering his own appearance in a whole new light.
Satan raised an eyebrow at the news, his usually calm demeanor remaining composed as he closed his book. "I see," he mused, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Itâs no surprise that someone of his appearance would catch your eye."
You tilted your head. "What does that mean?"
Satan leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. "It means that while his appearance may be striking, Iâve always known you to be a bit more discerning when it comes to your tastes." His smile was teasing, but there was something more beneath it.
"Jealous, Satan?" you teased.
He smirked, but his eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible hint of rivalry. "Jealousy implies that I feel threatened." His voice lowered, a bit darker. "But I do wonder if someone like him could match my charm⊠or my intellect."
You raised an eyebrow. "Planning to challenge him?"
Satan didnât answer immediately, his smile growing more enigmatic. "Perhaps. It might be amusing to test whether he could truly hold a candle to someone like me."
The moment you mentioned your ex-husband, Asmodeus gasped dramatically, his hands flying to his face. "Oh my goodness, you were married to him?!" His eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and fascination. "Tell me everything! His skincare routine, his hairâhow is he so perfect?!" He practically swooned, his voice rising in pitch with every word.
You chuckled, a bit amused by his over-the-top reaction. "I think it's just natural for him." you said, trying to deflect the question.
Asmodeusâs eyes grew wider. "Youâre telling me heâs that perfect without even trying?! Oh my, Iâm in love with him already!" He threw his head back, letting out a dramatic sigh.
You rolled your eyes, laughing. "You can't just fall for someone based on their looks, Asmo."
He flashed you a playful grin. "Well, darling, youâve clearly got exquisite taste. But between you and me, Iâm still the real star here, arenât I?"
You laughed again, shaking your head. "You never change."
Beel stared at you for a long moment, clearly trying to process the information. "So⊠he really was that good-looking?" Beel asked, his voice calm, though there was a note of genuine curiosity in it.
You nodded. "Yeah, he was."
Beel scratched his head thoughtfully. "Well, if youâre with me now, then I guess he must not have been perfect for you." He said it so simply, almost like a statement of fact.
"Exactly," you said, smiling warmly at him. "Thereâs more to someone than just looks."
Beel smiled back, his expression content. "Iâm glad you feel that way."
Belphie barely reacted when you mentioned your ex-husband. His voice remained lazy, but his smirk hinted at his amusement. "So, your ex was that attractive, huh?" He yawned, stretching casually. "Guess he doesnât compare to me."
You raised an eyebrow. "Are you comparing yourself to a human?"
Belphegorâs smirk deepened. "Iâm not comparing. Just stating the facts. But if he was that perfect, Iâve got my work cut out for me."
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help but laugh at his arrogance. "You never change, do you?"
Belphegor stretched out comfortably, flashing you a lazy grin. "Of course not. But in case you forgot, Iâm the only one who matters to you now."
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I'm a simple woman with simple thoughts. Such as what Astarion thinks of his lover's butt, as inspired by the tireless efforts to give us great content by heroes using Freecam mod to reveal the juicy stuff that would otherwise have gone unnoticed.
I was a bit worried that it's weird shy about this, but then saw this post and was once again reminded that Tumblr is a safe space where we can all collectively obsess over the vamp! đ
You felt giddy every time you asked for a kiss and Astarion agreed most enthusiastically. Kissing you deeply, both his hands squeezing your butt tightly, kneading the soft flesh in a way that had you both moaning into the kiss.
Laeâzel would roll her eyes and march past you, muttering something unsavoury under her breath about istiks and their peculiar mating rituals that would go completely ignored.
Shadowheart would smirk and pretend to be annoyed, remarking that if they were to be subjected to seeing you be all over each other, at least some change in repertoire would be nice.
It never went past that. Just as you agreed, you gave Astarion space and time to figure out what he was comfortable with. The two of you would hold hands, cuddle up to each other, share heated looks and sweetest kisses that made your toes curl. And without fail Astarionâs hands would eventually be touching, patting, squeezing, playfully slapping, or pinching your ass. Â
So it really should have been no surprise when you woke up one fine morning with Astarion rutting against your clothed backside. Now, whilst you had no issue with your vampire enjoying himself, having explicitly stated to him on several occasions that you were game for whatever he would come up with, you were not entirely sure what to do now.
Should you just stay still? Judging by how his pace was picking up and the way his gentle grunts were becoming more audible by the second, Astarion would be done soon. He was clearly so lost in the moment and eager to chase his release that he didnât even pick up on the change in your heartbeat.
Most of the time you slept like a log. It would take wildebeest stampeding past your tent for you to stir. Which is probably why Astarion, having made plenty of quips and jokes about your almost impressive ability to fall asleep in any place as soon as your head touched the bedroll, was not being particularly careful about being quiet.
Yes, staying still was probably best. If you were entirely honest, Astarion wanting you so desperately was doing wonders for your confidence. And the moans and grunts, his cool fingers on your hips, curls tickling the back of your neck, got you hot and bothered in seconds. You two werenât intimate in... a while. And whilst this was not exactly how you thought you would next be intimate, you'd take it.
And then you felt your nose itch. What started as little itch that had you scrunching you nose in annoyance became worse by the second. Oh, hells! You were going to sneeze!
You tried to turn your head ever so discreetly to the side and rub your nose against the bedroll. Surprisingly enough, this got absolutely zero reaction from Astarion. And this would be the end of your predicament if you were anyone but the unluckiest woman in all the realms.
Your violent sneeze was like a clap of thunder on a still night.
No pressure tagsđ : tagging everyone who tagged me and @clazberryk, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @khywren, @inkymoonbunny, @marlowethebard
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Sometimes I decide to see what the "other side" is talking about and I lurk on anti-terf blogs and gyns I have to say. I'm continually stunned by the fact that I thought it was normal as a TRA. The rabid "everyone can do the most outrageous shit as they want forever and ever and to engage with other opinions is literally catholic nazi conservatism đ€Șđ€Ș" is so... idk how to describe it, but reading their blogs completely overstimulates me đ
It's always go go go go don't stop to think about it go go go FUCK TERFS here's a stunning misinterpretation that we can't even absorb deeply enough to actually question that'll be passed about like candy go go go trans rights go go trans women are women and cis bitches should die!!!!!1!1! but not really because we love women but only the ones that let their natural predators in uwu let's spam their tags with furry porn guys <3333
It's a lot!! And I forget that that's the other side of the spectrum on this issue because they're so online and fringe and... cringe is dead but they're really trying!!!!! I got used to dealing with normies but these people are insane about it and I'm genuinely taken aback. On here we have our issues, sure, but we're not so fast and groupthinky. We have our arguments but that's almost comically preferable to passing around a blocklist so you can keep yourselves in your bubble.
Like I'm always open to changing my mind that is an OATH that I take really fucking seriously. I read their blogs in good faith and engage with their thought processes because I NEED to know I'm making the right choices here. I'm surrounded by it on a daily basis and I come to the same basic conclusion that women deserve female spaces and a word to describe our femaleness and our humanity together and that word is woman. No postmodernist "gender is a social construct anyway so it doesn't matter what I use it for" erases the system of oppression that gender is and the fact that women are oppressed on the basis of sex and always have been. And they hate us. They hate us for expressing this quite simple and mild feminist take.
And somehow they've got this far with it lmao. Zero respect for the radical feminist women that came before them unless they call men transwomen and GNC women transmen. They would have fought the suffragists tooth and nail and put posters up of "wanted women".
#radical feminism#radical feminist safe#radblr#radical feminist community#radical feminists do interact#radical feminists do touch#feminism#radfem#radical feminist#radfems do touch
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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 22
words: 3,5k
summary: While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths. Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.
tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug
notes: itâs embarrassing to come here after almost a month, but with everything in my life I donât find time to write anything đ but even if it takes me a lot I will give an ending to this story, I promise.
The urls are not working, so until then there wonât be url link. But a link for the materialist would be at the end.
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Satoru rarely left the Gojo family home and when he did, he was always accompanied by his nanny. But to little Satoru, at the age of five, the mere fact of going beyond the stone walls that prevented him from seeing further, seemed like an adventure, a great adventure. For being only five years old, he had already tried to go out on more than one occasion but had obviously failed miserably. But Satoru did not give up, he wanted to see more, he did not want to be locked up like a bird.
So that day Satoru was thrilled when his nanny told him they were going on a little adventure. Little Satoru had his blue jacket on and moved his little fits around while looking through the window of the car.
Next to him his nanny was sitting and in the front seat the family chofer was driving in silence, with his eyes covered by those black glasses. But little Satoru was just too focused on the city that he barely got to see, the cars passing, the skyscrapers, everything was amazing for the five year old boy.
âWe have arrived.â The chofer said as the car stopped in front of a white building.
Satoru looked at the building curious wondering what that place was, his nanny thanked the chofer and they both got out of the car. Satoru held his nannyâs hand as they both entered the building.
âWhere are we?â Satoru asked, looking at her with his big blue eyes.
âThis is a planetarium, you know what it is?â Satoru shook his head not knowing what it was. âWell itâs a place where people can learn about planets and the stars.â
âThe ones in the sky?â Satoru asked as he looked around and up.
âYeah, the ones you see at night.â She explained.
His nanny, who had been with him for over a year, was called Fumiko and was the person Satoru spent the most time with and the person little Satoru loved the most. He barely saw his parents and every time he was with them, the relationship was cold as winter, but with Fumiko he felt the love he didn't feel with them.
He walked across the hallway observing everything, his blue eyes discovering new things he didnât know about, vibrant colors and lights all over the place.
âLittle Gojo.â Fumiko called him.
Satoru clenched his cheeks and glared at Fumiko. âDonât call me Gojo.â He said as he crossed his arms.
âWhy?â Fumiko tilted her head.
âI donât like it.â Satoru looked at the ground and began to play with his feet.
âWhy donât you like it?â Fumiko knelt before him.
âBecause⊠because itâs the same name as dad and himâŠïżœïżœ Satoruâs words trailed off, but Fumiko quickly picked up on the boyâs message.
âOkay, how about I call you⊠little Satoru?â
Satoruâs gaze lit up. âBut Iâm not little!â He protested again.
âOh of course you are!â Fumiko replied mockingly. âYou are so little!â
âNo I am not!â Satoru replied.
âBut only little boys get to have dessert later.â FulminĂł said, knowing too well that Satoru couldnât deny having dessert.
Satoru felt silent and then hugged Fumiko. âIâm little.â He said.
âYes you are.â She said, hugging his little body back. âNow letâs go inside, the show is about to start.â She smiled. âYou know my best friend is the one presenting.â Fumiko mentioned.
Satoru looked at her. âCan we meet her?â
âOf course, after she is done showing everyone about the planets we can.â Fumiko said. âAnd you know⊠she has a daughter who is your age, maybe next time you can meet her too.â
âAnd maybe I could have a friend!â Satoru excitedly said.
âOr a girlfriend! She is really cute.â Fumiko mentioned.
âNo! I donât want that!â Satoru protested. âLove is bad.â
âNo, little Satoru.â Fumiko took him in her arms as they walked inside the room. âLove is good, and you will see it once you find it.â
âAnd how will I find it?â He said, moving on the chair that he was now sitting.
âIt will happen, and with your good heart Iâm sure it will be beautiful.â Fumiko pinched his cheek. âNow lookâŠâ She whispered, pointing out to the ceiling, which was beginning to light up with stars as the light faded.
Satoruâs eyes shined when he saw all the constellations there. It was exciting, it was magical. Little Satoru didnât feel like that moment was real.
A woman appeared on stage and she started talking, causing Satoru's attention to increase, the colors that illuminated the space were reflected on her face. The woman spoke softly as she moved around the stage and showed different images and holograms. Satoru became more and more excited.
His attention never left the environment, enjoying every single moment of it. He wanted to do that too, he wanted to study the stars, the planets, he wanted to be like her.
âFumikoâŠâ He whispered. âI want to be like her.â
âFor real?â Fumiko asked with a bright smile. âYou can ask her what she studied so you can be like her.â Satoru nodded, determined to do it.
The conversation went by in a flash, or so Satoru thought, wanting to learn more. Grabbing Fumiko's hand, they approached the stage, where Fumiko's friend was saying goodbye to some people.
Satoru's grip on her hand tightened, nervous about getting close to her. Fumiko and her friend exchanged greetings and then the woman's eyes landed on Satoru. The woman bowed and smiled.
âHello!â She said with a great smile. âIâm Ren, whatâs your name?â
âSatoru.â He said.
âOh⊠and how old are you Satoru?â She asked him.
âIâm five⊠but I will be six in December!â
âSo you are the same age as my daughter.â She smiled. âMaybe one day you can meet her and play with her.â Satoru nodded.
âLittle Satoru, you donât have something to ask Ren?â Fumiko spoke.
âOh⊠I⊠I really liked what you saidâŠâ Satoru moved his hands. âI want to be like you!â
âOh for real?â Ren smiled. âWell then you will have to study a lot!â
âI will!â Satoru responded.
âAnd love what you do a lot!â
âI will too! I will be the best and be like you!â
âI will be looking forward to that Satoru.â Ren touched his hair with a smile.
As soon as they left the place, Satoru asked Fumiko for books about space and the stars. He wanted to become someone like Ren, he wanted to be able to study the stars, study the night sky.
The next day Fumiko appeared in his room with a book in her hands, the first of many about the universe. Little by little Satoru found in this new world an escape and a relaxation to ignore the screams he received from his parents.
Luckily Fumiko was always there for him, together they walked to a lake and spent hours playing or reading one of the new astronomy books that Fumiko had bought him.
But that peace for Satoru soon ended, specifically on the day of his 6th birthday.
He ran through the entire house of the Gojo clan, as fast as his body allowed him and barefoot he went out into the cold Tokyo winter. His feet touched the cold snow and with tears in his eyes he shouted Fumiko's name, hoping that she would turn around and that what she had heard was not true.
Fumiko couldn't leave, she had to stay there, she was the only person who truly loved and cared for him. And now she was leaving.
Satoru cried for hours as the snow fell, waiting for Fumiko to return. But she never did.
At the time Satoru didn't understand why Fumiko left without saying goodbye, without explanation. It wasn't until he was 17 that one of the workers confessed to him that Fumiko had been fired by his parents for putting ideas in Satoru's head.
Even though his parents tried for years to get Satoru to continue and become a lawyer, Satoru refused and after learning the truth he was even less likely to give in to it.
Thatâs why he enrolled himself secretly on the degree he wanted so badly.
âStop giving me such a hard time!â Satoru shouted to the phone while he walked across the campus. âThis is my life so just let me!â
Satoru rubbed his eyes in frustration as he listened to his father speaking on the other side. He felt his backpack bump into something, or rather someone. âSorââŠâ
âSon, you really disappointed me.â He heard.
âJust leave me!â He scream.
âAll of this is that nannyâs faultâŠâ
âDonât bring Fumiko into this and now get lost!â He said before hanging off.
Satoru turned to see if the person who crashed into him was still there. But it wasnât, he only saw a figure of a girl far away from where he was. Frustrated, he ruffled his hair and walked to his classroom.
Everyone turned to look at him, talked about him or directly approached him, because they knew who he was and he hated it so much.
He entered the class and made himself comfortable in one of the seats. The rest of his classmates started to enter, Satoru was not really paying too much attention, not until he saw you.
You entered the classroom, your backpack hanging from your shoulder, as you looked at a paper you held in your hands. Satoru knew it in that instant and the memory of when he was little started to pass through his head. You were that girl he had met at the lake, you were you, right? Satoru was convinced that you were.
He tried to move to another seat, but the people next to him prevented him from doing so, so he could only watch you from behind. Sitting by the window, occasionally looking through it.
When the class ended, Satoru jumped out of his seat and approached you, but your cold gaze and small snort left him with his feet planted on the floor.
After that Satoru only received blank stares and ignorance from you, but he still wanted to find you, get to know you, watch you and your friend, like that for two years.
âTeacher, I was wondering if in the next pair assignment you could put me withâŠâ Satoru named you.
âAnd why is that Gojo?â Professor Tanaka looked at him.
âWellâŠâ Satoru scratched the back of his neck. âWeâre the best in the class, we could work well and also, no one would take advantage of us, you know, there are people who end up never doing anything.â
Tanaka thought about it for a moment and then nodded. âOkay.â
âThank you.â Satoru bowed. âBut please donât comment on this.â
âSure, now leave Gojo.â
Satoru walked out of the classroom with a smile on his face, he could finally interact with you, he wouldn't have to watch you from afar. Even though your reaction was what he expected from Satoru, he didn't give up.
He never did. Especially when he got to know you better, he was sure that he was never going to give up on you and what you had.
But then everything was black and only constant beeps were everything he could hear. Satoru mind was racing, he was in the middle of the match and then⊠then he had the ball andâŠ
Oh yeah, Sukuna⊠he fell and hit his head on the floor. That happened?
He wasnât sure.
âYou came to the party with our son right?â He heard a voice, it was distant but he knew who it was, it was his mother. âIt was not difficult for us to track you downâŠNo family, works in a grocery store and you are on scholarship.â
âI have a familyâŠâ And that voice, he knew that voice too well. He loved that voice.
âDeadâŠâ
Satoru started to hear the voices more clearly, he was coming back, he felt his hand moving and his anger rising.
âYou think he will thank you for this someday? For being the reason why he is wasting his potential.â His father said.
Satoruâs blue eyes slowly opened, he saw you, holding his hand, while your gaze was away from him and it looked sad. Satoru wanted to move and held you closer to him, taking away the sadness that you had in your eyes.
His eyes then moved to see them, his parents were there, standing tall feeling like they were superior to you.
âLeaveâŠâ Satoru murmured, he felt his ribs killing him as he spoke.
âSatoruâŠâ You said, getting closer to him.
âHey.â He smiled, trying to calm you down. âIâm back.â
âSon.â His father said.
Satoruâs eyes got darker as he turned to look at them. âWhy are you still here?â
âWe came to see you son.â His mother spoke.
âWell, you can leave because you are not welcome here.
Satoruâs voice was firm, each word cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.
âSon.â His father said, his tone cutting, clearly not used to being dismissed. âWe came all this way to check on you, and this is the thanks we get? Youâve always been ungrateful.â
âUngrateful?â Satoruâs laugh was dry and humorless as he leaned lightly against his pillows. âIâve spent my entire life trying to live up to your impossible expectations. And the one time I decide to do something for myself, you have the audacity to call me ungrateful?â
His mother stepped forward, her face a mask of cold composure. âWe only want the best for you, son. Do you think this⊠childish rebellion will get you anywhere? Look at you now.â
âNo.â Satoru replied, his voice firm. âIâm here because I put my heart into something I love. Something youâll never understand because you only care about control and appearances. Iâm sick of letting you dictate my life.â
âYouâre being a fool.â His father snapped. âYouâre throwing away a future we worked so hard to build for you. And for what? To pursue a fleeting passion? Or worse.â He stared at you, his expression hardening. âTo follow someone who is clearly beneath you?â
The words hit you like a slap, but before you could respond, Satoruâs voice rang out, cold and sharp. âDonât you dare speak of her like that.â
His father blinked, surprised by the venom in Satoruâs tone. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me,â Satoru said, his blue eyes shining despite his weakened state. You can insult me ââall you want, criticize my decisions, my career, whatever. But you canât disrespect them. They support you more than you ever have.
His motherâs lips thinned. âSatoru, weâre just trying to protect you. From yourself and from⊠people who donât understand what it means to be part of our family.â
âEnough.â Satoru interrupted, his voice rising slightly. âIâm sick of hearing you tear me down. Iâve spent my entire life trying to fit into the mold you wanted, and itâs never been enough. Iâve found something that makes me happy, someone that makes me happy, and if you canât respect that, then maybe itâs best if you donât come around anymore.â
The room fell into a heavy silence. His parents exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable, but you could feel the tension radiating off of them.
âOkay.â His father said after a long pause, his voice cold. âIf this is the path you insist on taking, donât come crying to us when it breaks down.â
His mother turned around without another word, her heels clicking loudly against the tile floor as she walked to the door. His father followed, stopping only to cast one last disdainful glance in your direction before leaving.
The door closed with a click and the silence that followed was echoing. Satoru let out a long sigh, his body sinking back against the pillows.
You took his hand, your fingers shaking slightly. âSatoruâŠâ
âIâm fineâŠâ He said quietly, though his voice was thick with emotion. He turned to you, his eyes softening. âIâm sorry you had to see that. They⊠theyâve always been like that.â
You shook your head. âDonât apologize. You stood up for yourself, for us. Iâm proud of you.â
He gave you a slight smile, squeezing your hand. âThey donât define me. And they donât define us. Iâm not going to let them get in the way of what I want.â
You leaned forward and gently rested your forehead against his. âGood...â
He closed his eyes, the tension in his body started to fade away as he held your hand. âAs long as youâre here, I can handle anything.â
âAnd Iâm not going anywhere.â You whispered.
âI knowâŠâ Satoru whispered, leaving a tender kiss on your head.
âI should call the doctor.â You broke your distance. âFor them to check you.â
âStay, letâs stay like this a bit more.â He hugged, even though he felt pain he didnât want to let your warm go from his side. âIâm a bad person if I say I donât want to see them again?â
Satoru got nervous as your silence grew more, but his heart soon relaxed when your calm tone reached his ears. âNo⊠no you are not. They are the bad ones, not them. They have only looked out for the benefit of the family, never for you, and you have wanted to seek your happiness. And that happiness is not with them.â You pulled away and held his face carefully. âDonât blame yourself, because it is not your fault at all.â
Satoru softly smiled. âI love you.â
You smiled back. âI love you too⊠but donât scared me like that again.â You said. âYou know how terrified I was when Nanami and Haibara appeared on the store and told me something happened?â
âBirdie⊠Iâm so sorryâŠâ
âIâm killing that guy.â You said with a firm tone.
âWho Sukuna?â You nodded. âHe is quite big you know?â
âYou doubt me? I was black belt in taekwondo and if he hurt you I wonât hesitate.â You looked at him and Satoru smiled.
âIâm sure that will be handled⊠donât worry, okay?â He kissed you.
âI will always worry about youâŠâ You said. âBecause I care about you.â
The room fell quiet again, the only sound the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Not much time passed before a nurse came to the room, getting surprised by the fact that Satoru was awake. Soon enough the doctor came in, wanting to make sure Satoru was in perfect conditions.
âYou have a broken rib and fortunately the hit on your head wasnât serious.â The doctor said checking the pages on his hands. âBut you will have headaches for a week and the broken rib, it will take around six or eight weeks to be fully recovered.â Satoru nodded while listening to those words. âSo no activities during that time, you need to rest.â Then he looked at you. âMake sure he follows...â
âDoctor, Iâm right here.â Satoru protested.
âWell thatâs it then, I will see you before sending you home.â The doctor said leaving the room.
Satoru smirked and looked at you. âSo my beautiful girlfriend will be taking care of me?â
âYeah, and I will make sure you properly rest Satoru Gojo.â You said. âDonât look at me like that, you need to recover.â
âI promise I will be nice.â He smiled. âYou know⊠you could stay with me, in my apartment.â He held your hand. âIt would be a good way to start seeing how well we get along living together before movingâŠâ
You looked at him. âSatoru⊠are you indirectly asking me to move in together?â
Satoru chuckled, kissing your hand. âWould it be a bad idea? I plan on moving from that apartment once I've recovered, now that my relationship with my parents itâs broken, I want to start living completely for myself.â He looked at you without blinking. âAnd I donât know birdie, starting that chapter with you warms my heart completely.â The distance between the two of you started to be shorter. âSo tell me birdie, would you live with me?â
You scanned his face and a soft and shy smile broke into your face. âSounds good⊠I would love to be there âToru.â
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hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):
@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax
@wheelsnipecelebrini
@korshrimpski (EDIT: it wonât?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)
what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?
if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!
its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:
this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!
here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):
personal oc art
wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!
in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3
I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:
Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:
unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)
here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!
gifts for my friends :3
back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!
I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.
Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3
For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.
Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)
Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:
if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)
#hiiii... late with starbucks (gigantic wip dump now i feel good about sharing again)#puckpainting#tag game#eye contact#the . the tag thingy for half of these aint working HELP <3
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Do you guys think that if Chosen ever learned of the 'deal' Orange made with Alan in AvA4, he'd automatically see it as Alan using it to indenture Orange to him and blow a gasket?
Especially if Orange recounted the deal incorrectly, or perhaps even if Orange himself misinterpreted or misunderstood it.
Because the original wording of the deal was "If you help me animate, I'll let you free so long as you don't wreck my computer."
Alan likely meant this to mean that so long as Orange didn't mess up the computer and helped him animate, Orange would be allowed to live on the computer. Which is already a little questionable, placing a stipulation on having a place to live. A very 'earn your keep' sort of vibe.
But the original deal makes no mention of RGBY or their role in everything. Honestly, it seems like they just kinda moved onto the desktop at some point between 2015-2017. But like most things with Orange, things tend to revolve more around them than himself, when it comes to his priorities.
So I don't think it's too out of the question to think that Orange automatically pooled them in with himself in this deal, and they became another factor of it when they originally weren't involved at all.
A common interpretation I've seen is Orange misunderstanding the deal, and thinking that if he helps Alan animate, his friends get to stay too. IE: If he doesn't, Alan reserved the right to kick them off or bar access to the computer from them. Placing a stipulation not just on Orange's own ability to have a place to live, but on his ability to see and have access to his friends. Turning it into a privilege earned by fulfilling the responsibilities expected of him.
Orange undoubtedly likes to animate with Alan, that's not an issue, but perhaps he still thinks that he has a responsibility to do it in order to maintain the status quo of not just his life, but all of their lives. Maybe he sees it as a sort of 'payment', in a way. Perhaps he doesn't even really believe that Alan would be mean enough to revoke those things from him, to do what is his right to by the terms of their deal, but there's a part of him that's secretly unwilling to chance it.
Or perhaps he doesn't even think the deal is active anymore. It's been so many years, after all, and they've ruined Alan's files multiple times (unintentionally) and nothing's happened. It could've long since become null and void.
But from Chosen's perspective, it would likely seem a lot worse than Orange ever thought it was. Perhaps even worse than ALAN realized it was.
Because Alan has put a price tag on Orange's right to even have a place to live. A price tag (potentially) on his ability to see and interact with his friends. A price tag on his nice, happy life. Maybe even a price tag on his very life.
And I think Chosen would be very upset about that. And perhaps even more upset when Orange seems confused about why he's upset about it, when Orange doesn't understand how predatory it looked from Chosen's perspective.
After all, it's not even a very big price tag. It's just a little animating. It's not that bad, and Orange likes doing it anyway, so what's the problem?
But at the end of the day, it is still little more than a ball and chain made of words and letters, binding him to doing what Alan wants him to do with the potential threat of ruthless punishment should he disobey or rebel of cause harm to the computer.
And really, what difference is there, between using a stick figure as a pop up blocker and using one as an animating assistant? Does the fact that he enjoys it really outweigh or justify the fact that you've placed a condition on his very livelihood since the day of his creation?
Yeah. Chosen would not be happy.
#alan becker#animator vs animation#ava#ava the chosen one#ava the second coming#Bonus points if Alan doesn't even remember the deal at all.#And he's just suddenly got a VERY angry Chosen yelling at him about something he doesn't understand and is very confused about#Orange was just casually talking about his creation day and how he and Alan didn't have the best start#and made the mistake of mentioning the deal which upset Chosen#So Orange just kept trying to explain how it wasn't that big of a deal while every sentence just makes Chosen see more and more red#Chosen and his habit of jumping to the worst conclusions and then violently acting on them instead of talking things out: Round 2#And Alan's just like: Ah so this is when that shoe finally drops. Knew it was only a matter of time.
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what is your favourite trope to write? or like.. theme yknow like angst fluff etc hahah
let's ask the statistics!
this is a pretty good representation of a lot of my favorite things to write for sure. huge fan of everything listed here.
HOWEVER
i do enjoy writing some good angst. my writing tastes have changed a bit over the past couple years, and i think now i'm a lot more focused on things that i believe are realistic, rather than idealistic, so in general but particularly with angst it's a lot more grounded and in some cases grittier than the kind of angst i was writing before, which was a lot of Big Poetry and Drama? at least to me?? i don't know. and as an unrelated addition, ive found lately that i really enjoy writing characters interacting with kids. i just think it's really funny.
and of course how can i exclude the most important of my favorite tropes: kitchens are for lovers. if there's a kitchen, i'm there.
#ask#anonymous#intriguing question#it makes me happy that my additional tags accurately represent most of my favorite kinds of things to write#that satisfies my correlation brain#i was going to be like can you believe i have 94 fluff fics#that's an insane number#but i went to look at my ao3 and like#i have 228 fics total. so that is. also an insane fucking number.#it also means i have...one sec#ahem i have 134 fics that aren't fluffy enough to tag as fluff which is FASCINATING maybe ill do a search to exclude fluff#and see what comes up as the most used tags then#im gonna do it yeah one sec again#...the math here aint adding up#it left me with 97 fics? hmm. anyway apparently 18 of them are tagged angst#12 tagged 'happy ending' and 12 tagged 'hopeful ending' LMAO on brand#one more test bc im curious#okay i excluded the angst tag and it took out a bunch and left me with 177#this is a fascinating exercise we should all be fucking around and finding out with our own ao3 works pages more often guys
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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]
saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi riptide#gillion tidestrider#GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS#REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT#NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS#THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of#another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her#idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had#when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think#i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that#AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE#I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME#THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE#WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL#in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad#this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi#gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show#i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM
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spartacus and crassus :)
this is actually a rejected panel from a much longer comic Iâve been fucking around with on and off for awhile- I had plans to do a long form spartacus comic for a long time, I just keep missing the last book on my research list in second hand stores đ I always have money when the last copy sells out aughhh
anyway! I might call crassus my girl in the group chat, but Iâve actually spent more years wishing that spartacus got to run crassus through on his sword and then read the fate of rome out of his entrails. ALAS. on that note, isnât it kind of interesting how spartacusâ funeral games for crixus turn roman order upside down and feel like both a foundational sacrifice and a curse? isnât it kind of fun how crassus will not die in rome, and neither will pompey, who came in like a vulture to take credit for crassusâ work? (itâs VERY fun)
Plutarch, Crassus
#Spartacus and Crassus have a very specific kind of narrative foil dynamic with each other that I find extremely compelling#Team spartacus bc I love to see rome eat itself like the horrible machine of violence that it is#and then cower in the face of what it created#That one doc that dramatized the starting spark was spartacus not being able to turn away from a Roman soldier#raping another gladiator. Thatâs what it all comes down to. Christ#Team crassus when the cast is just Romans because oh you are weird. Crassus you are so fucking weird. What is happening there.#BLAH anyway. panel rejected bc the scene needed to be bigger. grander. more bodies on the ground#Spartacus still get to call him a dog tho. Tahol Crassus! Tahol!!!#usually I have more to cite. Like. Most of my gladiator stuff is backed up on a flash drive! but guess what is not compatible with#An iPad. My flash drives. Bc I literally only use this for drawing work đ„Č also reading/researching on a screen like this is hell#spartacus#marcus licinius crassus#spartacus tag
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i will never understand how or why the httyd movies did the books such an injustice.
the movies aren't even an adaptation - they stole the name of the series, the name of some of the characters and places, and the general idea that there are dragons. honestly, i would be fine with the movies and maybe even like them if they didn't capitalize off of cressida cowell's incredible books that never get any credit.
the books are an amazing story about the cycle of violence and how vengeance and revenge is dangerous. hiccup says that the past is a ghost story, one we need to learn from to better ourselves. the books are about how everyone deserves freedom, how every creature, every being on the earth deserves to be free. we see that in the slavemark, with the dragons.
and like... hiccup is so different. they did him a severe injustice. he's scrawny and intelligent and learned to talk to dragons simply by observing them! he chooses kindness first above all else; instead of yelling at toothless to train him, he is kind. and in the end, that kindness is why toothless chose to save him. bc even toothless himself says that dragons are inherently selfish creatures who care only for their survival. hiccup is brave - his beliefs differ drastically from both the vikings and the world.
hiccup is a child who chose to do the right thing even at the expense of himself. he agreed to free the slaves on nobert's ship, and in return, they gave him the slavemark which is easy to give but cannot be removed. he was like twelve. and having the slavemark means he cannot be with his tribe or his family, it means he isn't considered a human being anymore. and he keeps it a secret for awhile until it's revealed and when it is everyone turns their backs on hiccup. his family, his tribe, his mentor, people he TRUSTED. everyone except fishlegs, and, once she got over the shock, camicazi. he was thirteen. and even when he lost his memories and was really injured, he persisted. he was told to go to tomorrow and to save the dragons and he did bc in his heart he knew it was right even though he didn't know who he was or how he got there.
and fishlegs,,, oh my god FISHLEGS!!! the did him SO DIRTY!!! fishlegs is hiccup's best friend, one of the main motivators for hiccup. he steals norbert's potato for the sake of fishlegs, he gives fishlegs his dragon and goes to retrieve another, he takes the blame for fishlegs. and fishlegs does the same for him. he takes the slavemark with pride. he refuses to turn. he gives hiccup his lobster claw necklace which is his most prized possession. he is brave for hiccup, he believes hiccup is alive. he fights for hiccup harder than anyone else ever has. he does not turn. his is loyal, has allergies, has asthma, has a squint and a limp, has glasses bc he's blind without them... and he's still a hero despite being a runt, despite everyone even the adults telling him he's hopeless, telling hiccup to leave him behind.
and they cut camicazi! i'm sorry, but astr*d is nothing compared to camicazi. camicazi is a tiny, feral child who can easily best hiccup, fishlegs, and pretty much anyone in a sword fight. she can bring a grown man to tears with her rudery and smack talk. she is recklessly brave and craves adventure and follows hiccup blindly bc she trusts him that much. she isn't in love with hiccup - in fact she doesn't care about romance and love. she gives up everything to help hiccup bc she has a strong sense of justice. she is the motivator, the cheerleader, she finds a positive in everything. she never gives up. literally never gives up. and that's one of the most inspiring things about her: she always has hope.
and toothless! god!!! toothless is *thought to be* a common or garden dragon. he is horrifically tiny, he is literally toothless, and is the biggest brat in the world. he will cause problems on purpose. he has a stutter, he's the most selfless selfish dragon around. he and hiccup can talk to each other. he masks his fear with singing and being annoying. his growth is remarkable. he starts off refusing to obey hiccup, doing the opposite of what he says, making life harder for literally everyone around him, and he's still somewhat like that. but he's also braver, more caring, more willing to make sacrifices for the sake of others. he's clever, which he needs to be to make up for his size and aggression. he protects hiccup with everything he has, therefore, he protects what hiccup cares about just as hard. he was the only dragon that didn't abandon the vikings in the first book bc he cared about hiccup.
and snotlout,,, god,,, i will never forgive the movies for butchering snotlout. hiccup's cousin, the bully character, the one who is horrifically jealous that hiccup's dad was born before his. the one who desperately wants to prove himself, to be worthy, to make people proud. and you hate him, you despise him. he betrays everyone many times bc of the nothing promised to him by alvin and his mom. he loses himself, turns his back on himself, all bc he wants to prove himself. all bc he wants to be better than hiccup. and hiccup still forgives him and gives him chances, sometimes out of pity, but also bc snotlout is his cousin. he can't just turn his back on him no matter how miserable snotlout made his life. and in the end, snotlout sacrifices himself for hiccup. he gives up his life for hiccup in one last attempt to set things right. his death and the events preceding it are one of my absolute favorite moments in the book. gives me chills. makes me cry.
that's the thing with the books - they're so realistic. there is no inherently happy ending where everything works out. the first book begins with "there were dragons when i was a boy", implying that they're gone now. the books show there are consequences to our actions. they enslaved the dragons, they fought against them during the dragon rebellion all bc alvin and his mom said to, and now they're gone bc a simple apology doesn't fix hundreds of years of enslavement. and the only way for the world to move forward was for the dragons to leave and heal on their own. and now they have to learn to live without them. and yeah i've heard the third movie ends like that but. it doesn't have the build up. it doesn't have "there were dragons when i was a boy". it doesn't have eleven books of development to back it up, to make it feel meaningful.
i know that the movies are really special to a lot of people. i know that, on their own, they're genuinely good movies. i can acknowledge that the soundtrack is amazing and the animation is beautiful. i just can't see past the way they butchered the world that i love, the world that i grew up with. i can't see past the way people yelled at me for saying i liked the books better, the way that people gave me weird looks when i showed them a picture of the original toothless, when i tell them that nightfuries aren't even a type of dragon. cressida cowell created hundreds of different dragons, and the movies couldn't even pick from that. i can't forgive the way that barely anyone knows there are books bc the movie barely gives credit to them. i cannot forgive the way they capitalized off the books and then shoved them aside. i know cressida thinks they're good movies and i know a lot of httyd book fans also like them. but i just... i cannot get over how much they changed and how they missed so much and ignored the books. also they got rid of camicazi so hiccup could have a love interest and that is unforgivable to me.
if you disagree, that is a-okay. we're all entitled to our own opinions. i just ask that you, perhaps, try the books out. give them a chance. bc they're amazing works of art and also just like. don't yell at people who don't like the movies? whether it's bc they prefer the books or just aren't into that kind of movie. and just remember that dreamworks didn't come up with the story; cressida cowell did.
#corey talks:)#this has been in my drafts forever but i saw something that made me have feelings and so i finished it and here take this iuygfcvghuij#i justgod the books are SO GOOD and barely anyone knows theyexist#and i think that's what makes me the kost upset#or some [people chose to ignore they exist or don't give them a chance bc... i don't even know why. ppl are just so quick to dismiss them#the books are so important to me (literally got a httyd book tattoo) and i get most book fans also like the movies#but it sucks bc i can't go through the httyd tag without being bombarded with movie stuff#i'll even look up 'httyd books' and half of it is still about the movies.#i'll look up snotface snotlout and only finds movie stuff even tho ig they changed his last name in the movies???#i'll look up camicazi and find it filled with astr*d. WHAT.#i'll look u toothless and only see the freaking nightfury. not the original.#like god movie enjoyers at least tag correctly. i get you want ppl to see your posts but the more i see movie stuff in the book tag the mor#i hate the movies lol like the movies are so much more popular than the books let us have our tags okay#sorry if any of this sounds bitter also i hope it doesn't sound like i want to argue or fight#this is just my opinion and i have feelings and i just want ppl to know there are books#also i am not shaming anyone who likes the movies like i already said you do you boo just don't come at me for doing me#bc yes that has happened to me multiple times :) which is one reason why i get so upset :)#i just personally cannot separate the two. i know some ppl can and i'm glad! but i can't and that's okay too#httyd#httyd books
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